Luyện nghe bài hát Vyrna Knowl Is A Headbanger

She a bowl
She a bat
She bangs a ball and her cat
She her head
Against the
She her head and slides her fat
She Handel in her flat
Her man is
In greasy
A split in his mind
A heart
to the sea
Tomato escaping gas
She has her man in rubber
Of all the people that I
The ones I I love the best
The in the sewer pipes
The highway man is yellow
At I'm not a coathanger
Vyrna Knowl a headbanger

She her fag
She taints her
She gun around her rug
She her fang
She her foot
She hamsters in a squat
Her hair's on his marshmallow
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 heap
Well all the people I don't
The ones I do I hate the
The twisted of mankind
'S to drive a poor 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 yo-yo
Her head branches on a sheath
And Vyrna bubbles on the
"My is full of soap," she sighs
A of stalk
And tender
And then eat
Her it ____ and splits
And an egg
It dribbles your inside leg
Don't get me wrong I'm okay
She a cat
She a cake
She throws in a lake
She throws her
Far through the
I what she does that for
I wonder what she think I
Yeah, listen
(Shutdown)
There ain't nothing in here but own sweet mind
(Shutdown)
If it bothers you we can it off
(Shutdown)
your silly red shoes and your grecian urn
(Shutdown)
And feet potted out of a veiled cocoon
(Shutdown)
Like an overweight butteyfly on a thin red
A statue on a feathery dawn
Invented you one morn
At I'm not a coathanger
Vyrna Kowl a headbanger