Luyện nghe bài hát Pumping Blood

If I out blood in the sunshine
Oil on the
is blasted and busted away
A or a little piece of glass
A piece of glass
A little piece of
Swarming bees over the air
Off the off the thing
The blood that I'm pumping
Like over the air
Off the
Off the
The blood I'm pumping away
Off the
Off the
The blood I'm pumping away
If I pump in the sunshine
And you wear a leather box azaleas
And I more blood
And it seeps my skin
you adore the river
The stream, the
The tributary of my
As I pump more
And it seeps through my
you adore the river
The stream, the
The of my heart
If I'm blood
a common state worker
If I waggle my ass like a prostitute
Would you less of me
And my coagulating
Waggle my ass like a prostitute
Coagulating
Pumping
you top me off
Would you top me off as I deepen a
you yell out, "mercy"
We grow
you rip and cut me
Use a on me
Be at the boldness
The of this little heart
Tied up in
you take the measure
Of the that I pump
In the manic of love
Supreme
Supreme
"Oh, ah, ah, ah I beseech you"
"Oh I beseech you"
violation
Blood in the
The
The tea
The kitchen, her knives splayed
I will your sharpest cutter
Like a man's dick
spurting from me
"Oh Jack, I beseech"
"Jack, I you, I beseech"
In the end it was an ordinary
"Oh I beseech you"
As I out my pain
In the end it was an heart
In the end, in the end, in the end
It was an ordinary
"Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, I beseech you"
violation . . . Oh
"Jack, Jack, I beseech you"
I call out name
in the foyer, the bathroom,
The tea room, the
And knives
I your sharpest cutter
a colored man's dick
Blood from me
Blood spurting me
"Oh Jack"
"Oh Jack, I ya"
In the end it was an heart
In the end it was an ordinary
blood