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 head and her fat
She Handel in her flat
Her man is
In greasy
A split in his mind
A heart
to the sea
Tomato heart 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 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 hamsters in a squat
Her hair's on his marshmallow
His is rich
to burst
Fresh ale and flies on melon halves like enstrung
her calves
You up living somewhere cheap
And die a compost heap
all the people I don't know
The ones I do I the most
The twisted father of
'S enough to drive a boy blind
At I'm not a coathanger
Vyrna Knowl you're a

She bangs it and that's no lies
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 of stalk
And leaves
And then eat
Her it ____ and splits
And an egg
It down your inside leg
Don't get me wrong I'm quite
She a cat
She tounges a
She throws in a lake
She throws her
Far the door
I wonder she does that for
I what she think I gots
Yeah, listen
(Shutdown)
There nothing 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 your feet out of a veiled cocoon
(Shutdown)
Like an overweight on a thin red scone
A rotting on a feathery dawn
you one summer's morn
At least I'm not a
Vyrna Kowl you're a