Luyện nghe bài hát Aguacatona (english)

Hold the pigeon, keep the
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 homerun
her is a fan club Palgas
And she shakes, and my Knock
of ugly things
Pa 'que no
With its high-voltage
And her lace
She is the
It's castor
With its Stylite Rome
Watering to 'the in the lobby
I saw her, saw her as
And me in the disco
Guilla'o by
And I throw like a

"Look, alone?"
Is a full moon, you be my wolf? "
I have a and I'm in a limo!
it smells like 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 like in "Fiesta En America", then! "

"Oh, baby, hush!
rubbing! "

Diablo, this was foul ...
Moreover, by means of ...
I tira'o with 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 kids give flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)

Okay, I stay on track

But I have strings
Voy pa
me a shot 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 going a miles without control
Now I will outshine the
With the rather self-esteem
the night is long
And if it fine, goes palga

Mira, mira,
For, partner,
You go more than Sylvester Stallone
Low levels of action, my
no hurry ...
(But I a cheese!)
Look, Bobby, it
Look, when you in.
You you slow the
You see pieces of gum mint
Pa 'knock the smell of cigarette
First, it ensures that no
That this alone, and if walks
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 the saga

And I let go as if at
We our masses
In a fat bar
The skin muddy 'in sweat
She curándome as any
the leather as cepeda
All a chimera, a mixture 'with bag
We dancing all night
Until I came out circles
I did the witch
As goldfish in bowl left me floating
Heating the broth, directly to the
Wasting no time, as you
The candy is as low
Blow your breath minty
guayadito to Freddy Kenton
Well, when I'm going to
Pa 'ask the
He to escape
But I spreads
My shaving
does not make, pai

(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 kids give flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)