Luyện nghe bài hát Brandenburg Gate

I would cut my and tits off
When I think of Boris Karloff and
In the of the moon
It made me dream of
Trapped on the of Doctor Moreau
Oh it be lovely
I was Peter Lorre
things got pretty gory as I
Crossed to the Brandenburg
I was feeling perhaps Id been napping
And Id ate
A following heart can you apart
On a to 8 shift
A graveyard romance can give one chance
As the tombstones and breathe
Feeling happy my heart got beating
On a Sunday
I dreamt of breezes going the treeses
And stars still illumed
I have three hearts that I apart
to relate
To normal feelings and the nightime
And absynthe drunk so late
The cook got drunk and all the whores they
the size of dessert plates
But me Im happy cause I got my little
And some to set me straight
Im just a small town girl who to give it a whirl
While my looks still hold me
Straight up to illusion and fantasys
Of mixed with drink
Im just a small town girl whos gonna give life a
Looking at the Gate