Luyện nghe bài hát Nirvana

Before and fridges
The triple six digits
Might pigeon's fidget
Was created by midgets
My kamikaze
Listening to Ozzy over Rock's chords
quasi religious ceremonies
I see the Alseek
Curse you paralysis
Drinking from the chalice with Alistair Crowley
I feel no guilt, for the that got spilt
thou shall not kill, do what thou wilt!
Skeeming on Rosemary's in witches shrine
My cult'll leave you shocked Polanksky in 69
duce you to narcotics
Bathing you with females psychodelic bell bottoms
Fu-Manchu in
Banging spoons like Yella
Then I'll the ends
And juks you in the
67 wounds in the lubyankas
Allows you to sip droplets from the goblets of conquerers

Javel and
of death
Virgins big breasts
of morbid thoughts
Non-indulgent
me the goat, manipulating woman on dope
Kidnap the
Hang from the
And strapped in the
I'll your blood in the name of Satan
And capture your
Author of sacrifice, you'll survive the bashing your
The within the code
of math
Step in my chapel of
My collection of scalpels and
And used for and sadistic purposes
Cermonial
Serpin the verses
But possesses his sister
Masterbating in the
She used the crucifix to pop a
Perverted priest, flirt the deceased
The black mass is
Shadowy figures dance with the beast
Hunger for human flesh, is sex to feast
of the jackal, six figure hand is complete

20 hits in the melt
Get with the black acid
your wife
Tape safe depositories in
Candle ariolas
as a bastard
Torn a casket
Human flesh gets scorned ashes
to Satan like Jimmy Page
Take a stage of
Covered the
Bloods led by Miss Sadie gloves
The drive, from up in the hills
of pills
Triple six engraved in fucking gills
We're real
Made eat the cake
a ghost state
Puncture your with chunks of Colgate
Launching the
And his thoughts in the first day
The surgeon of
I'm to keep my nurses okay
the vague
Kevorkian, but dusting
pussies
The
Molest remains
I'm Brian Wilson, the genius, with a stain of crimson
Original,
Goons, we through the system

Enter the witchdoctor
Evil of my chance
Will the dead
And heads
And a chant
I envision
With mechanisms
Each exorcism, reads the deep flesh
My of worship
Features in skirts
I should my pretty
Before are visciously murked
We the impregnated, corrupt the average slut
the gut and quickly sent the miscarriage from cups
Hide the of Senchin
with evil henchman
Puking down your throat, because your soul cleansing
Blood painted
Engulfed by
chunks of frames
We feast on monkey
Calmly cutting your spine
Now we're chugging blood of
and suffocate what's wine
The fucking is divine
While needles get stuck up in your arm
Sacrificial animals get abducted the far