Luyện nghe bài hát Brandenburg Gate

I cut my legs and tits off
I think of Boris Karloff and Kinski
In the of the moon
It made me of Nosferatu
on the isle of Doctor Moreau
Oh wouldnt it be
I was Peter Lorre
When got pretty gory as I
Crossed to the Gate
I was feeling snappy perhaps Id been
And Id ate
A following heart can you apart
On a to 8 shift
A romance can only give one chance
As the weave and breathe
Feeling happy when my got beating
On a afternoon
I of breezes going through the treeses
And were still illumed
I have three hearts I keep apart
Trying to
To normal and the nightime reelings
And absynthe drunk so late
The cook got drunk and all the whores they
Onto the of dessert plates
But me Im happy I got my little nappy
And some to set me straight
Im just a small town girl who wants to it a whirl
While my looks still hold me
Straight up to illusion and fantasys
Of reality mixed drink
Im just a small town whos gonna give life a whirl
Looking at the Gate