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 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
Think of ugly
Pa no fight
With its high-voltage
And her lace
She is the
It's castor
With its European Stylite
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!
Inside it smells pine!
Do not be afraid, I am a fine!
I anything!
Indeed, I the Chinese 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 ball ...
Moreover, by means of ...
I have with a rocket launcher ...

(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!)

Okay, I on track Pega'o

But I have strings
Voy pa
me a shot of rum
Pa the son
That this such that estilla
Any devil
For my mother to the brides
For married women, and to the
I'm going a hundred without control
Now I will the Armor-All
With the rather self-esteem
Because the night is
And if it goes fine, goes

Mira, mira,
For, partner,
You go more violent than Sylvester
Low of action, my brother
no hurry ...
(But I a cheese!)
Look, Bobby, it
Look, you come in.
You you slow the
You see three pieces of gum
Pa 'knock the smell of cigarette
First, it ensures no corillo
this alone, and if someone walks
Well, you Guillas of the
You go from the back, where this
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 wrapped our
In a fat bar
The skin 'in sweat sauce
She curándome as any
the leather as cepeda
All a chimera, a mixture diablita bag
We dancing all night
Until I came out dark
I did the witch
As goldfish in fish left me floating
the broth, directly to the mambo
Wasting no time, as you
The candy is as low
Blow your minty smell
Well to Freddy Kenton
Well, when I'm going to
Pa 'ask the
He to escape
But I poderle
My cream
does 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!)