Luyện nghe bài hát Brandenburg Gate

I would cut my legs and off
When I of Boris Karloff and Kinski
In the of the moon
It made me dream of
Trapped on the isle of Moreau
Oh wouldnt it be
I was thinking Peter
When things got gory as I
to the Brandenburg Gate
I was snappy perhaps Id been napping
And Id ate
A following can tear you apart
On a to 8 shift
A graveyard can only give one chance
As the tombstones weave and
Feeling when my heart got beating
On a Sunday
I dreamt of breezes going through the
And were still illumed
I have three hearts that I keep
Trying to
To normal feelings and the reelings
And some absynthe drunk so
The cook got drunk and all the they shrunk
the size of dessert plates
But me Im cause I got my little nappy
And opium to set me straight
Im just a small girl who wants to give it a whirl
my looks still hold me straight
Straight up to and fantasys fusion
Of reality mixed drink
Im just a small town girl whos gonna give a whirl
at the Brandenburg Gate