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 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 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 man is yellow stripes
At I'm not a coathanger
Knowl you're a headbanger

She her fag
She taints her
She fludles gun her rug
She her fang
She tugs her
She hamsters in a squat
Her hair's on his pout
His is rich
Enough to
Fresh ale and flies on melon halves were enstrung
her calves
You wind up somewhere cheap
And die upon a compost
Well all the people I know
The ones I do I the most
The father of mankind
'S enough to drive a boy blind
At least I'm not a
Vyrna Knowl a headbanger

She bangs it once and that's no
She bangs it twice and both her
Come dangle out on strings
Her bore branches on a sheath
And Vyrna on the heath
"My is full of soap," she sighs
A tounge of
And leaves
And she'll eat
Her skull it ____ and
And an egg
It down your inside leg
get me wrong I'm quite okay
She a cat
She tounges a
She throws transistors in a
She her head
Far the door
I wonder she does that for
I wonder what she think I
Yeah, Vyrna
(Shutdown)
ain't nothing in here but your own sweet mind
(Shutdown)
If it bothers you we can it off
(Shutdown)
your silly red shoes and your grecian urn
(Shutdown)
And your potted out of a veiled cocoon
(Shutdown)
Like an butteyfly on a thin red scone
A rotting statue on a dawn
you one summer's morn
At I'm not a coathanger
Vyrna Kowl a headbanger