Luyện nghe bài hát Vyrna Knowl Is A Headbanger

She a bowl
She a bat
She a ball and builds her cat
She her head
the wall
She her head and slides her fat
She catches Handel in her
Her man is
In greasy
A split in his mind
A crumpled
to the sea
Tomato heart gas
She has her man in skin
Of all the that I know
The ones I I love the best
The fishes in the pipes
The highway man is stripes
At least I'm not a
Vyrna Knowl you're a

She her fag
She taints her
She fludles gun her rug
She her fang
She tugs her
She hamsters in a squat
Her hair's on his pout
His is rich
Enough to
Fresh ale and on melon halves were like enstrung
Around her
You up living somewhere cheap
And die upon a compost
Well all the people I don't
The ones I do I hate the
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 out on yo-yo strings
Her head branches on a sheath
And Vyrna on the heath
"My is full of soap," she sighs
A tounge of
And tender
And she'll eat
Her skull it and splits
And an egg
It dribbles down inside leg
get me wrong I'm quite okay
She a cat
She tounges a
She throws in a lake
She throws her
Far the door
I wonder what she that for
I wonder what she think I
Yeah, listen
(Shutdown)
There ain't in here but your own sweet mind
(Shutdown)
If it you we can turn it off
(Shutdown)
With your red shoes and your grecian urn
(Shutdown)
And your feet out of a veiled cocoon
(Shutdown)
an overweight butteyfly on a thin red scone
A rotting on a feathery dawn
Invented you one summer's
At I'm not a coathanger
Vyrna you're a headbanger