Luyện nghe bài hát Brandenburg Gate

I would cut my legs and off
When I of Boris Karloff and Kinski
In the of the moon
It me dream 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 snappy perhaps Id been napping
And Id ate
A following heart can tear you
On a to 8 shift
A romance can only give one chance
As the tombstones and breathe
happy when my heart got beating
On a Sunday
I dreamt of going through the treeses
And were still illumed
I have three hearts that I apart
Trying to
To normal feelings and the nightime
And some drunk so late
The cook got drunk and all the whores they
Onto the size of plates
But me Im cause 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 still hold me straight
Straight up to and fantasys fusion
Of reality with drink
Im a small town girl whos gonna give life a whirl
Looking at the Brandenburg