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 challenges her, she is all a
As a trophy in
As a to the top
Like a good homerun
Behind her is a fan Palgas
And she shakes, and my Knock
Think of things
Pa no fight
With its nalgaje
And her outfit
She is the
It's castor
With its Stylite Rome
Watering to 'the smell in the
I saw her, saw her as
And near me in the
by Sisqo
And I throw a cliff

"Look, alone?"
Is there a full moon, you be my "
I have a and I'm in a limo!
Inside it smells pine!
Do not be afraid, I am a fine!
I anything!
Indeed, I shot the split!
Are you scared the Chinese?
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 with a rocket ...

(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 track

But I more strings
Voy pa
me a shot of rum
Pa the son
That this stubborn that estilla
Any devil
For my mother to throw the
For married women, and to the
I'm going a miles without control
Now I outshine the Armor-All
With the high self-esteem
Because the is long
And if it goes fine, goes

Mira, mira,
For, partner,
You go more violent Sylvester Stallone
Low levels of action, my
no hurry ...
(But I a cheese!)
Look, Bobby, it
Look, you come in.
You you take the
You see pieces of gum mint
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 cargo
Listo pa up cemetery
Reunion, and slow, do not say
Your maw and swallows, will begin the saga

And I let go as if at
We wrapped our
In a fat bar
The skin 'in sweat sauce
She curándome as any
Squeezing the as cepeda
All a chimera, a mixture diablita bag
We were dancing all
Until I came out dark
I did the witch
As in fish bowl left me floating
Heating the broth, directly to the
Wasting no time, as you
The is as low slow
your breath minty smell
Well to Freddy Kenton
Well, when I'm going to
Pa 'ask the
He managed to
But I poderle
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 them flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)