Luyện nghe bài hát Whaz' Zat

Lightning slaying
In the of the night
While he creeps the alleys
fear before the fright

She sleeps in trousers
In the decadence
Moaning gently of her
By precedence

babblings
From a constant stream of
Sensitively out
The rags that he has

Patting yet her bulging
She so cries a smile
In anticipated
Of her growing child

He is in a vacuum
nowhere, but, of course
He might believe in
Of a bloody of sort

Naturally a of race
A never changing of hate
While in some weird way
manage to relate

To her it doesn't matter
Its chasms have been
And she leans the skepticism
Of her chosen

tall, you spittle-smattered son of man
Stand up, you them say
To slap you down and kick your
And across the bay

Irrelevant pleading
Wasn't she did this year
She it by and told a lie
And shed a crystal

For him to see, valley's edge
From in the sand
And yet he has beshit
For just a man

A bragging crowing of twit
A shade of pink
Who's brought and all the rest
Unto the very

Yet magic urge
on and plays continuum
A of pleasure and of pain
Until that will be