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
Against the
She her head and slides her fat
She catches Handel in her
Her man is
In silk
A split tomato in his
A heart
to the sea
Tomato heart gas
She has her man in rubber
Of all the people that I
The ones I like I love the
The fishes in the sewer
The highway man is stripes
At I'm not a coathanger
Vyrna you're a headbanger

She her fag
She taints her
She fludles gun her rug
She twists her
She tugs her
She muffles hamsters in a
Her hair's on his pout
His is rich
to burst
Fresh ale and flies on melon were like enstrung
her calves
You wind up living cheap
And die upon a heap
all the people I don't know
The I do I hate the most
The father of mankind
'S enough to a poor boy blind
At least I'm not a
Vyrna Knowl a headbanger

She bangs it once and no lies
She bangs it twice and both her
Come out on yo-yo strings
Her head bore branches on a
And bubbles on the heath
"My is full of soap," she sighs
A of stalk
And tender
And then eat
Her skull it and splits
And an egg
It down your inside leg
Don't get me I'm quite okay
She a cat
She a cake
She transistors in a lake
She her head
Far through the
I wonder she does that for
I wonder she think I gots
Yeah, listen
(Shutdown)
There ain't in here but your own sweet mind
(Shutdown)
If it bothers you we can it off
(Shutdown)
With your silly red and your grecian urn
(Shutdown)
And feet potted out of a veiled cocoon
(Shutdown)
Like an overweight butteyfly on a thin red
A rotting statue on a dawn
Invented you one summer's
At least I'm not a
Vyrna Kowl you're a