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 to Romford
Ride the rhythms

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

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

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

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

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

And here comes another God, comes another God
Like a buffalo thunder, with a of sugar
And a velvet and designer voodoo
Well I got phone sex to see me through the emptiness in my
Freeze dried with a new
And my teeth stuffed back in my

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

I'll be confused
Never be
left me confused
I will not be confused with man
This of opinions

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

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