Luyện nghe bài hát Aguacatona (english)

Hold the pigeon, the trumpet
the fly
That if you breast
In the Catherine with Stylite
a bit dry
No one her, she is all a goal
As a trophy in
As a to the top
a good long homerun
Behind her is a fan Palgas
And she shakes, and my Knock
Think of ugly
Pa 'que no
With its nalgaje
And her outfit
She is the
It's what
With its European Rome
to 'the smell in the lobby
I saw her, saw her as
And me in the disco
by Sisqo
And I throw like a

"Look, alone?"
Is a full moon, you be my wolf? "
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 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, was foul ball ...
Moreover, by of punch ...
I have tira'o with a 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 more strings
Voy pa
me a shot of rum
Pa the son
That stubborn such that estilla
Any catches
For my mother to the brides
For married women, and to the
I'm going a miles without control
Now I outshine the Armor-All
the rather high self-esteem
Because the is long
And if it goes fine, goes

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

And I let go as if at
We wrapped our
In a fat bar
The skin 'in sweat sauce
She as any nurse
Squeezing the leather as
All a chimera, a mixture 'with bag
We dancing all night
Until I came out circles
I did the witchcraft
As goldfish in fish bowl left me
Heating the broth, to the mambo
no time, as you know
The is as low slow
Blow your breath minty
guayadito to Freddy Kenton
Well, I'm going to talk
Pa the cellular
He managed to
But I poderle
My cream
does 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 kids them flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)