Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Epic

Sweet in winter, in rain
"Shake well use," she said
You never touch me anymore way
in, receiver out
You let me in the back door

the sainted rhythms
On the midnight train to
the sainted rhythms

Sweet in winter, sweet in
"Shake well use," she said
You never me anymore this way
Oh no, connector, connector, connector,
You're a connector, connector, connector,

And I'm so and the light blinds my eyes
You're oh so dirty and the light, it blinds my
Here comes on crutches

"Call me wet trampoline," she said
Well I was too busy with my
"Shake well before use," she
But you never touch me
I was busy listening for sex
through the back door in skin tight trunks
And we all went and danced

I get my on channel six
I get my kicks on six
I get my kicks on six
I get my on channel six

To the off electricity
And the light blinds my eyes and I dirty
And the blinds my eyes and I feel so shaken in my faith
comes Christ on crutches

And here comes another God, here another God
Like a buffalo thunder, with a smell of
And a tongue and designer voodoo
Well I got sex to see me through the emptiness in my 501s
Freeze dried with a new
And my stuffed back in my head

I get my on channel six
The light it burns my eyes and I feel so
Here Christ on crutches

I'll never be
be confused
They me confused
I will not be confused another man
pressure of opinions

"Lighten up, listen to eyes," you said
But all I could see was Doris Day in a big screen
down the tube hole on Farringdon Street
With Willy, the motor psycho

Tthe it burns my eyes
And the light it my eyes
I get my on channel six
I get my kicks on six
I get my on channel six
I get my on channel six
I get my kicks on six
I get my on channel six
I get my kicks on six