Luyện nghe bài hát Vyrna Knowl Is A Headbanger

She a bowl
She a bat
She bangs a and builds her cat
She her head
the wall
She her head and slides her fat
She catches 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 rubber
Of all the people I know
The ones I I love the best
The fishes in the sewer
The highway man is yellow
At least I'm not a
Vyrna you're a headbanger

She her fag
She taints her
She fludles gun her rug
She her fang
She her foot
She muffles in a squat
Her on his marshmallow pout
His head is
Enough to
ale and flies on melon halves were like enstrung
Around her
You wind up living somewhere
And die upon a compost
Well all the people I don't
The ones I do I the most
The twisted of mankind
'S enough to drive a poor boy
At least I'm not a
Vyrna Knowl you're a

She bangs it and that's no lies
She it twice and both her eyes
Come dangle out on strings
Her bore branches on a sheath
And bubbles on the heath
"My is full of soap," she sighs
A tounge of
And tender
And then eat
Her skull it ____ and
And an egg
It dribbles down your leg
Don't get me wrong I'm okay
She a cat
She a cake
She throws in a lake
She her head
Far through the
I wonder 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 bothers you we can it off
(Shutdown)
With your silly red shoes and grecian urn
(Shutdown)
And your potted out of a veiled cocoon
(Shutdown)
Like an overweight butteyfly on a thin red
A rotting on a feathery dawn
Invented you one morn
At I'm not a coathanger
Vyrna you're a headbanger