Luyện nghe bài hát Vyrna Knowl Is A Headbanger

She bangs a
She a bat
She bangs a and builds her cat
She bangs her
the wall
She bangs her and slides her fat
She catches Handel in her
Her man is
In silk
A split in his mind
A heart
to the sea
Tomato escaping gas
She has her man in skin
Of all the people I know
The ones I like I the best
The fishes in the sewer
The highway man is yellow
At I'm not a coathanger
Vyrna Knowl you're a

She her fag
She her cyst
She fludles gun her rug
She twists her
She tugs her
She muffles in a squat
Her hair's on his pout
His is rich
Enough to
Fresh ale and flies on melon halves like enstrung
Around her
You wind up living somewhere
And die upon a heap
Well all the people I know
The ones I do I hate the
The twisted of mankind
'S enough to a poor boy blind
At I'm not a coathanger
Vyrna you're a headbanger

She bangs it and that's no lies
She bangs it twice and her eyes
Come dangle out on strings
Her head bore branches on a
And Vyrna on the heath
"My is full of soap," she sighs
A tounge of
And tender
And then eat
Her skull it ____ and
And an egg
It down your inside leg
Don't get me I'm quite okay
She a cat
She tounges a
She transistors in a lake
She throws her
Far the door
I wonder she does that for
I what she think I gots
Yeah, Vyrna
(Shutdown)
There ain't nothing in here but your own sweet
(Shutdown)
If it you we can turn it off
(Shutdown)
With your silly red shoes and your urn
(Shutdown)
And your feet potted out of a cocoon
(Shutdown)
Like an overweight butteyfly on a thin red
A rotting statue on a feathery
you one summer's morn
At I'm not a coathanger
Vyrna Kowl a headbanger