Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Epic

Sweet in winter, in rain
"Shake well before use," she
You never touch me this way
Connector in, out
You let me in through the back

Ride the sainted
On the train to Romford
Ride the sainted

Sweet in winter, sweet in
"Shake well 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 my eyes
Here Christ on crutches

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

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

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

And here comes another God, comes another God
Like a buffalo thunder, with a smell of
And a velvet tongue and designer
Well I got phone sex to see me the emptiness in my 501s
dried with a new religion
And my teeth stuffed in my head

I get my on channel six
The it burns my eyes and I feel so dirty
Here comes Christ on

I'll be confused
Never be
left me confused
I not be confused with another man
This pressure of

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

Tthe light it 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 kicks on six
I get my kicks on six
I get my on channel six
I get my kicks on six