Luyện nghe bài hát Vyrna Knowl Is A Headbanger

She bangs a
She a bat
She a ball and builds her cat
She her head
the wall
She bangs her and slides her fat
She Handel in her flat
Her man is
In greasy
A split in his mind
A crumpled
to the sea
Tomato heart gas
She has her man in rubber
Of all the people I know
The ones I like I love the
The fishes in the sewer
The highway man is stripes
At least I'm not a
Vyrna you're a headbanger

She her fag
She her cyst
She gun around her rug
She twists her
She her foot
She muffles in a squat
Her hair's on his pout
His head is
to burst
Fresh ale and flies on melon halves like enstrung
her calves
You wind up somewhere cheap
And die upon a heap
Well all the I don't know
The ones I do I the most
The twisted of mankind
'S enough to a poor boy blind
At least I'm not a
Vyrna you're a headbanger

She bangs it once and that's no
She it twice and both her eyes
Come out on yo-yo strings
Her head branches on a sheath
And bubbles on the heath
"My heart is full of soap," she
A of stalk
And tender
And then eat
Her it ____ and splits
And an egg
It down your inside leg
Don't get me wrong I'm okay
She a cat
She a cake
She throws transistors in a
She her head
Far through the
I wonder what she that for
I wonder she think I gots
Yeah, listen
(Shutdown)
There nothing in here but your own sweet mind
(Shutdown)
If it you we can turn it off
(Shutdown)
With your red shoes and your grecian urn
(Shutdown)
And your feet out of a veiled cocoon
(Shutdown)
Like an overweight butteyfly on a thin red
A rotting statue on a feathery
Invented you one summer's
At least I'm not a
Kowl you're a headbanger