Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Epic

Sweet in winter, in rain
"Shake well use," she said
You touch me anymore this way
Connector in, out
You let me in through the back

Ride the sainted
On the midnight train to
the sainted rhythms

Sweet in winter, sweet in
"Shake before use," she said
You touch 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 my eyes
Here Christ on crutches

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

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

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

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

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

never be confused
Never be
left me confused
I will not be confused with man
This pressure of

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

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