Luyện nghe bài hát Spit Sperm

I keep account of my hits and my
The bottle makes the call
Fuel me with some of kisses
towards the weeping wall

Distilled your discipline
Return to go and again
Bleeding on your ground
I'm gonna lay this sodden soul right in

sperm, spit, spit sperm, spit

Your TV is my
Confessional and
me, Lord, for all this hate
I simply am

See the gun, it up
All day long have good luck
See the gun, let it lie
And want that gun before you die

(Spit sperm)
moral bankrupt stinking vat
(Spit sperm)
Of shit-fueled and empty highs

(Spit sperm)
Bled between these stained lines
(Spit sperm)
And hid my glazing eyes

I account of my hits and my misses
The bottle makes the final
Fuel me with some of your
Turn towards the wall

within your discipline
Return to go and again
on your hallowed ground
Lay this sodden soul right

Spit sperm, sperm
Spit sperm, sperm

TV is my teacher
Confessional and
Forgive me, Lord, for all this
I simply am

Spit sperm,
Spit sperm,

See gun, pick it up
And all day you'll have good luck
See gun, let it lie
You'll want gun before you die