Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Epic

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

Ride the sainted
On the midnight train to
Ride the sainted

in winter, sweet in rain
"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 blinds my eyes
You're oh so and the light, it blinds my eyes
Here Christ on crutches

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

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

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

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

I get my on channel six
The light it burns my and I feel so dirty
Here comes on crutches

I'll never be
Never be
They left me
I will not be confused with man
This pressure of

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

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