Luyện nghe bài hát Babelogue

I haven't much with the past
But I've fucked with the future
Over the skin of are scars
From the splinters of and walls I've caressed

A stage is like each bolt of
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 I could exude
Over the that nestled the P.A.

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

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

I wake up, I am peacefully
I am peacefully and my knees are open to the sun
I desire him and he is 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 and I have no guilt

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