Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Epic

Sweet in winter, in rain
"Shake before use," she said
You touch me anymore this way
in, receiver out
You let me in through the door

the sainted rhythms
On the midnight to Romford
the sainted rhythms

Sweet in winter, in rain
"Shake well before use," she
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
You're oh so dirty and the light, it blinds my
Here comes Christ on

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

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

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

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

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 with man
This of opinions

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

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