Zofia.

After that smelter and I got up on album to open new probate.

It made an egg of XY from Ed Sheeran.

Yeah, and hopefully do of the place.

Ever dash way X or salts?

Ford Bell.

Gosh, my father needed little died.

You you get not a man.

Any leak hick.

How?

All the music.

The soul booth.

Okay, Don't Atomic bang life.

Dr.

King's throw.

Okay, Black?

Yeah.