Luyện nghe bài hát Brandenburg Gate

I would cut my and tits off
When I think of Boris Karloff and
In the dark of the
It made me dream of
Trapped on the isle of Doctor
Oh wouldnt it be
I was Peter Lorre
things got pretty gory as I
Crossed to the Gate
I was feeling perhaps Id been napping
And Id ate
A following heart can tear you
On a to 8 shift
A graveyard can only give one chance
As the tombstones weave and
Feeling when my heart got beating
On a afternoon
I dreamt of breezes going through the
And were still illumed
I have three that I keep apart
Trying to
To feelings and the nightime reelings
And some absynthe so late
The cook got drunk and all the they shrunk
Onto the size of plates
But me Im happy cause I got my little
And some opium to set me
Im just a small town girl who wants to give it a
While my looks still me straight
Straight up to and fantasys fusion
Of reality with drink
Im a small town girl whos gonna give life a whirl
at the Brandenburg Gate