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 and slides her fat
She catches Handel in her
Her man is
In greasy
A tomato in his mind
A heart
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 pipes
The highway man is yellow
At least I'm not a
Vyrna you're a headbanger

She her fag
She taints her
She gun around her rug
She twists her
She tugs her
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 heap
Well all the people I know
The ones I do I the most
The twisted father of
'S enough to a poor boy blind
At least I'm not a
Vyrna Knowl a headbanger

She it once and that's no lies
She bangs it twice and her eyes
dangle out on yo-yo strings
Her head bore on a sheath
And Vyrna bubbles on the
"My is full of soap," she sighs
A tounge of
And tender
And she'll eat
Her it ____ and splits
And an egg
It dribbles down your leg
get me wrong I'm quite okay
She a cat
She tounges a
She throws in a lake
She her head
Far the door
I wonder what she that for
I wonder she think I gots
Yeah, Vyrna
(Shutdown)
There ain't in here but your own sweet mind
(Shutdown)
If it you we can turn it off
(Shutdown)
With your silly red shoes and grecian urn
(Shutdown)
And your feet potted out of a cocoon
(Shutdown)
Like an overweight on a thin red scone
A rotting statue on a dawn
Invented you one summer's
At least I'm not a
Kowl you're a headbanger