Luyện nghe bài hát Aguacatona (english)

Hold the pigeon, the trumpet
the fly
That if you have
In the Catherine Zeta with
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 club
And she shakes, and my pigeon
Think of ugly
Pa 'que no
With its high-voltage
And her outfit
She is the
It's what
With its Stylite Rome
Watering to 'the smell in the
I saw her, saw her as
And me in the disco
Guilla'o by
And I throw like a

"Look, alone?"
Is there a moon, you be my wolf? "
I a Bulova 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 Chayanne in "Fiesta En America", then! "

"Oh, baby, hush!
rubbing! "

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

Okay, I stay on Pega'o

But I have more
Voy pa
me a shot of rum
Pa the son
That this such that estilla
Any devil
For my to throw the brides
For women, and to the boards
I'm going a hundred miles control
Now I will the Armor-All
the rather high self-esteem
Because the night is
And if it goes fine, palga

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

And I let go as if at
We wrapped our
In a fat bar
The skin muddy 'in sweat
She as any nurse
the leather as cepeda
All a chimera, a diablita 'with bag
We were all night
Until I out dark circles
I did the witchcraft
As goldfish in fish bowl left me
Heating the broth, directly to the
no time, as you know
The is as low slow
Blow your breath smell
guayadito to Freddy Kenton
Well, when I'm to talk
Pa 'ask the
He managed to
But I spreads
My shaving
This 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!)