Luyện nghe bài hát Babelogue

I fucked much with the past
But I've fucked plenty with the
Over the skin of silk are
the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed

A stage is like each of wood
Like a, like a log of Helen, is my
I measure the success of a night by the way, by the way I
By the amount of piss and seed I could
Over the columns nestled the P.A.

Some I'd surprise everybody by skipping off
With a of green net sewed over
With flat metallic which dazzled and flashed
The lights violet and [Incomprehensible] white
I had an ornamental veil, I can't to use it

With the way my hair was cropped, I craved, craved
But now that my itself is a veil
And the scalp inside is a scalp of a
And a sleepy Comanche beneath this netting of skin

I wake up, I am lying
I am lying peacefully and my knees are to the sun
I him and he is absolutely ready to seize me
In, in, in, in, in heart, I am a Moslem, in heart, I am an
In heart, I am Moslem, in heart, I'm an American artist and I no guilt

I seek pleasure, I seek the nerves under skin
The archway, the layers, the scroll of ancient lettuce
We worship the flaw, the belly, the
The mole on the belly of an whore
He spared the child and the rod
I not sold myself to God