Luyện nghe bài hát Wading Through A Ventilator

I fix my
I my frog
I my feet
I my dog
I drag my
Across the
I squash my ___ like my grub
I ____ in a pub
My is right
In greasy
A split in her mind
A heart
to the sea
Tomato
gas
I think my girl has skin
Of all the people I know
The ones I I love the best
The fishes in the pipes
The highway man in stripes
It might not now but it be later
Wading through your

I my fag
You your cyst
The Bob he
Licks my
And twists her
She tugs his
We think of things and laugh
Her on my marshmallow pout
My is rich
Enough to
Without me in my car
Fresh ale and
On halves
You up living somewhere cheap
And die a compost heap
Of all the people I don't
The ones I do I the most
The father of mankind
'S enough to a poor boy blind
It might not now but it be later
Wading through your
I wading in and that's a
The meat was cut the meat was
You me with icy strings
As coiled I was led
Into a holy shed
My life like stings
A tounge of
And tender
And she'll eat
Her skull it _____ and
And an egg
It dribbles down inside leg
get me wrong I'm quite okay
I a cat
I sun a
She transistors in my lake
I threw her
Far through the
You wonder what I do for
They what she think I gots
baby
There ain't in here but my own sweet mind
If it bothers you we can it off
With my antelope cheek and my eye
And my buffalo heart and a hide
And my head wait on a moose's neck
A breathing on a hemoraged lawn
me one summers morn
I lost you now but I'll you later
Wading through ventilator