Luyện nghe bài hát Vyrna Knowl Is A Headbanger

She a bowl
She a bat
She a ball and builds her cat
She bangs her
Against the
She bangs her head and her fat
She catches in her flat
Her man is
In silk
A split tomato in his
A heart
to the sea
Tomato heart gas
She has her man in skin
Of all the people I know
The I like I love the best
The in the sewer pipes
The highway man is stripes
At least I'm not a
Vyrna you're a headbanger

She her fag
She taints her
She fludles gun her rug
She twists her
She her foot
She hamsters in a squat
Her on his marshmallow pout
His is rich
Enough to
Fresh ale and flies on melon were like enstrung
Around her
You wind up living cheap
And die a compost heap
Well all the I don't know
The ones I do I the most
The father of mankind
'S enough to drive a boy blind
At least I'm not a
Vyrna you're a headbanger

She bangs it once and no lies
She bangs it and both her eyes
Come dangle out on strings
Her head bore branches on a
And Vyrna on the heath
"My is full of soap," she sighs
A of stalk
And leaves
And she'll eat
Her skull it and splits
And an egg
It dribbles down your leg
Don't get me wrong I'm quite
She a cat
She tounges a
She throws transistors in a
She her head
Far through the
I what she does that for
I wonder she think I gots
Yeah, listen
(Shutdown)
ain't nothing in here 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 red scone
A rotting statue on a dawn
Invented you one morn
At I'm not a coathanger
Vyrna you're a headbanger