Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Epic

Sweet in winter, in rain
"Shake before use," she said
You never touch me anymore way
in, receiver out
You let me in through the back

Ride the rhythms
On the train 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
You're oh so dirty and the light, it my eyes
comes Christ on crutches

"Call me wet trampoline," she said
Well I was too with my hand
"Shake well use," she said
But you never touch me
I was busy listening for sex
Coming through the door in skin tight trunks
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 electricity
And the light blinds my and I feel dirty
And the light blinds my eyes and I feel so in my faith
Here comes Christ on

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

I get my on channel six
The light it burns my eyes and I so dirty
comes Christ on crutches

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

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

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