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 her, she is all a goal
As a in track-and-field
As a to the top
Like a good homerun
Behind her is a fan Palgas
And she shakes, and my pigeon
of ugly things
Pa 'que no
With its nalgaje
And her outfit
She is the
It's what
its European Stylite Rome
Watering to smell in the lobby
I saw her, saw her as
And me in the disco
Guilla'o by
And I like a cliff

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

"Oh, baby, hush!
rubbing! "

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

Okay, I stay on Pega'o

But I have strings
Voy pa
me a shot of rum
Pa the son
That this stubborn such that
Any catches
For my to throw the brides
For married women, and to the
I'm going a miles without control
Now I will outshine the
With the high self-esteem
the night is long
And if it goes fine, palga

Mira, mira,
For, partner,
You go more violent than Sylvester
Low of action, my brother
no hurry ...
(But I a cheese!)
Look, Bobby, it
Look, when you in.
You you slow the
You see three pieces of gum
Pa 'knock the smell of cigarette
First, it ensures no corillo
That this alone, and if walks
Well, you of the scoundrel
You go the back, where this cargo
Listo pa 'kicking up
Reunion, and slow, do not say
Your maw and swallows, will begin 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 diablita bag
We were all night
I came out dark circles
I did the witch
As goldfish in fish left me floating
Heating the broth, directly to the
Wasting no time, as you
The is as low slow
Blow your breath smell
Well to Freddy Kenton
Well, when I'm going to
Pa 'ask the
He managed to
But I poderle
My cream
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!)