Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Epic

Sweet in winter, sweet in
"Shake well before use," she
You never touch me this way
in, receiver out
You let me in the back door

the sainted rhythms
On the midnight to Romford
the sainted rhythms

Sweet in winter, in rain
"Shake well use," she said
You touch me anymore this way
Oh no, connector, connector, connector,
You're a connector, connector, connector,

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

"Call me wet trampoline," she today
Well I was too busy with my
"Shake before use," she said
But you touch me anymore
I was busy listening for sex
Coming through the 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 on channel six
I get my on channel six

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

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

I get my on channel six
The light it burns my eyes and I so dirty
comes Christ on crutches

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

"Lighten up, to your eyes," you said
But all I could see was Doris Day in a big satellite
Disappearing 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 kicks on six
I get my on channel six
I get my on channel six
I get my on channel six
I get my on channel six