Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Epic

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

Ride the sainted
On the train to Romford
the sainted rhythms

Sweet in winter, in rain
"Shake before use," she said
You never touch me anymore way
Oh no, connector, connector, connector,
a connector, connector, connector, connector

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

"Call me wet trampoline," she today
I was too busy with my hand
"Shake well use," she said
But you touch me anymore
I was listening for phone sex
Coming through the back door in tight trunks
And we all went mental and

I get my on channel 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 light blinds my eyes and I feel
And the blinds my eyes and I feel so shaken in my faith
Here comes Christ on

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

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

I'll be confused
be confused
They me confused
I will not be with another man
This of opinions

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