Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Epic

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

Ride the sainted
On the midnight to Romford
Ride the rhythms

Sweet in winter, sweet in
"Shake well use," she said
You never 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
oh so dirty and the light, it blinds my eyes
Here Christ on crutches

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

I get my on channel six
I get my kicks on 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 my eyes and I feel so shaken in my faith
comes Christ on crutches

And here comes God, here comes another God
Like a buffalo thunder, with a of sugar
And a velvet and designer voodoo
Well I got phone sex to see me through the emptiness in my
Freeze 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 Christ on crutches

I'll never be
be confused
They left me
I will not be confused another man
This of opinions

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

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