Luyện nghe bài hát Aguacatona (english)

Hold the pigeon, the trumpet
the fly
That if you breast
In the Zeta with Stylite
a bit dry
No one her, she is all a goal
As a in track-and-field
As a to the top
a good long homerun
Behind her is a fan Palgas
And she shakes, and my pigeon
of ugly things
Pa 'que no
With its high-voltage
And her lace
She is the
what castor
With its European Stylite
Watering to 'the smell in the
I saw her, saw her as
And me in the disco
Guilla'o by
And I throw a cliff

"Look, alone?"
Is there a moon, you be my wolf? "
I have a and I'm in a limo!
Inside it smells pine!
Do not be afraid, I am a fine!
I anything!
Indeed, I the Chinese 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 means of ...
I have with a rocket launcher ...

(With a bit of blush, the touch!)
(And the kids 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 have strings
Voy pa
Give me a of rum
Pa the son
this stubborn such that estilla
Any devil
For my mother to the brides
For women, and to the boards
I'm a hundred miles without control
Now I will the Armor-All
With the rather self-esteem
Because the is long
And if it goes fine, goes

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

And I let go as if at
We wrapped our
In a fat bar
The skin muddy 'in sauce
She as any nurse
Squeezing the leather as
All a chimera, a mixture 'with bag
We dancing all night
I came out dark circles
I did the witch
As in fish bowl left me floating
Heating the broth, to the mambo
no time, as you know
The candy is as low
Blow breath minty smell
guayadito to Freddy Kenton
Well, when I'm to talk
Pa the cellular
He to escape
But I poderle
My shaving
This not make, pai

(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!)