Luyện nghe bài hát Rotgut

In the of your dreams
You turn your first trick for
Cocktails, catnip and
I doubt you'll be in the hot

Make a thick
you cop a feel
It rots gut but that's not enough for you

Induce the red sun
I spit on the of passion
My beating in your head
But I leave in the front bed

honeycomb and lockjaw
Sting a bee and say aah
Two that hung each of our lies
Build it 'cause we're more chaste