Luyện nghe bài hát Vyrna Knowl Is A Headbanger

She bangs a
She a bat
She bangs a ball and her cat
She her head
Against the
She bangs her head and her fat
She Handel in her flat
Her man is
In silk
A tomato in his mind
A crumpled
to the sea
Tomato escaping gas
She has her man in skin
Of all the people that I
The ones I I love the best
The fishes in the pipes
The highway man is stripes
At least I'm not a
Knowl 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 marshmallow
His is rich
to burst
Fresh ale and flies on halves were like enstrung
Around her
You wind up living cheap
And die a compost heap
Well all the people I know
The ones I do I hate the
The father of mankind
'S to drive a poor boy blind
At least I'm not a
Vyrna you're a headbanger

She it once and that's no lies
She it twice and both her eyes
Come dangle out on yo-yo
Her bore branches on a sheath
And Vyrna on the heath
"My is full of soap," she sighs
A of stalk
And leaves
And she'll eat
Her skull it and splits
And an egg
It dribbles your inside leg
get me wrong I'm quite okay
She a cat
She tounges a
She throws transistors in a
She throws her
Far through the
I what she does that for
I what she think I gots
Yeah, listen
(Shutdown)
There ain't nothing in 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 potted out of a cocoon
(Shutdown)
Like an overweight butteyfly on a thin red
A rotting statue on a dawn
you one summer's morn
At I'm not a coathanger
Kowl you're a headbanger