Luyện nghe bài hát Aguacatona (english)

Hold the pigeon, keep the
the fly
That if you have
In the Catherine Zeta with
a bit dry
No one challenges her, she is all a
As a in track-and-field
As a to the top
Like a good homerun
Behind her is a fan club
And she shakes, and my Knock
of ugly things
Pa no fight
With its high-voltage
And her outfit
She is the
what castor
With its Stylite 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 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 the Chinese split!
Are you scared the Chinese?
Do not get hysterical!
I dance Chayanne in "Fiesta En America", then! "

"Oh, baby, hush!
rubbing! "

Diablo, was foul ball ...
Moreover, by of punch ...
I have with 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 on track Pega'o

But I have more
Voy pa
Give me a of rum
Pa the son
That this stubborn such estilla
Any devil
For my mother to the brides
For women, and to the boards
I'm going a miles without control
Now I will outshine the
With the rather self-esteem
Because the is long
And if it goes fine, goes

Mira, mira,
For, partner,
You go more violent Sylvester Stallone
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 of gum mint
Pa 'knock the smell of cigarette
First, it ensures no corillo
That alone, and if someone walks
Well, you of the scoundrel
You go from the back, this cargo
pa 'kicking 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
the leather as cepeda
All a chimera, a mixture 'with bag
We were dancing all
Until I out dark circles
I did the witchcraft
As in fish bowl left me floating
Heating the broth, to the mambo
Wasting no time, as you
The is as low slow
Blow your breath minty
Well guayadito to Kenton
Well, when I'm to talk
Pa 'ask the
He managed to
But I poderle
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 give them flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)