Luyện nghe bài hát Aguacatona (english)

Hold the pigeon, the trumpet
the fly
That if you have
In the Zeta 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 long
Behind her is a fan club
And she shakes, and my pigeon
of ugly things
Pa no fight
its high-voltage nalgaje
And her lace
She is the
It's what
With its Stylite Rome
Watering to smell in the lobby
I saw her, saw her as
And me in the disco
by Sisqo
And I like a cliff

"Look, alone?"
Is a full 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 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 with a rocket ...

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

Okay, I stay on track

But I more strings
Voy pa
me a shot of rum
Pa the son
That this stubborn such that
Any catches
For my mother to throw the
For women, and to the boards
I'm going a miles without control
Now I will outshine the
With the rather high
Because the night is
And if it fine, goes palga

Mira, mira,
For, partner,
You go more than Sylvester Stallone
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 that no
That this alone, and if someone
Well, you of the scoundrel
You go from the back, this cargo
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 sauce
She as any nurse
Squeezing the as cepeda
All a chimera, a mixture diablita bag
We dancing all night
Until I came out circles
I did the witchcraft
As goldfish in bowl left me floating
Heating the broth, directly to the
no time, as you know
The is as low slow
your breath minty smell
Well guayadito to Kenton
Well, when I'm going to
Pa 'ask the
He to escape
But I spreads
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 kids them flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)