Luyện nghe bài hát Vyrna Knowl Is A Headbanger

She bangs a
She a bat
She bangs a ball and her cat
She bangs her
the wall
She her head and slides her fat
She Handel in her flat
Her man is
In greasy
A tomato in his mind
A heart
to the sea
Tomato escaping gas
She has her man in skin
Of all the people I know
The I like I love the best
The fishes in the sewer
The highway man is yellow
At I'm not a coathanger
Vyrna Knowl you're a

She her fag
She her cyst
She fludles gun her rug
She her fang
She her foot
She muffles hamsters in a
Her hair's on his marshmallow
His is rich
to burst
Fresh ale and flies on melon were like enstrung
Around her
You wind up living somewhere
And die upon a compost
Well all the people I don't
The I do I hate the most
The father of mankind
'S enough to a poor boy blind
At I'm not a coathanger
Vyrna you're a headbanger

She bangs it and that's no lies
She bangs it and both her eyes
Come dangle out on strings
Her head bore branches on a
And bubbles on the heath
"My is full of soap," she sighs
A of stalk
And leaves
And then eat
Her skull it ____ and
And an egg
It dribbles down inside leg
Don't get me wrong I'm quite
She a cat
She tounges a
She throws transistors in a
She her head
Far the door
I what she does that for
I what she think I gots
Yeah, Vyrna
(Shutdown)
There ain't nothing in here but your own mind
(Shutdown)
If it bothers you we can it off
(Shutdown)
your silly red shoes and your grecian urn
(Shutdown)
And your feet potted out of a cocoon
(Shutdown)
Like an overweight butteyfly on a thin red
A rotting statue on a feathery
you one summer's morn
At least I'm not a
Vyrna Kowl a headbanger