Luyện nghe bài hát Aguacatona (english)

Hold the pigeon, the trumpet
the fly
That if you have
In the Catherine with Stylite
a bit dry
No one challenges her, she is all a
As a trophy in
As a to the top
Like a good long
Behind her is a fan club
And she shakes, and my Knock
of ugly things
Pa 'que no
its high-voltage nalgaje
And her lace
She is the
what castor
With its European Rome
Watering to 'the smell in the
I saw her, saw her as
And near me in the
by Sisqo
And I throw a cliff

"Look, alone?"
Is there a full moon, you be my "
I a Bulova and I'm in a limo!
Inside it smells pine!
Do not be afraid, I am a fine!
I anything!
Indeed, I shot the split!
Are you scared about the
Do not get hysterical!
I dance Chayanne in "Fiesta En America", then! "

"Oh, baby, hush!
rubbing! "

Diablo, was foul ball ...
Moreover, by of punch ...
I have tira'o a rocket launcher ...

(With a bit of blush, the touch!)
(And the give them flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)
(With a bit of blush, the touch!)
(And the give them flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)

Okay, I on track Pega'o

But I more strings
Voy pa
Give me a of rum
Pa the son
That this such that estilla
Any catches
For my to throw the brides
For married women, and to the
I'm going a miles without control
Now I outshine the Armor-All
With the rather high
Because the is long
And if it goes fine, palga

Mira, mira,
For, partner,
You go more violent than Sylvester
Low levels of action, my
There's no ...
(But I a cheese!)
Look, Bobby, it
Look, you come in.
You you take the
You see pieces of gum mint
Pa 'knock the smell of cigarette
First, it ensures no corillo
That this alone, and if someone
Well, you Guillas of the
You go from the back, where this
pa 'kicking up cemetery
Reunion, and slow, do not say
Your maw and swallows, which will begin the

And I let go as if at
We wrapped our
In a fat bar
The skin muddy 'in sweat
She as any nurse
Squeezing the leather as
All a chimera, a mixture diablita bag
We were dancing all
I came out dark circles
I did the witch
As goldfish in bowl left me floating
Heating the broth, directly to the
Wasting no time, as you
The is as low slow
your breath minty smell
Well to Freddy Kenton
Well, I'm going to talk
Pa the cellular
He to escape
But I poderle
My cream
does not make, pai

(With a bit of blush, the touch!)
(And the kids give flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)
(With a bit of blush, the touch!)
(And the kids them flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)