Luyện nghe bài hát Batucadia Suite

Mary's into new things got a new bag
Superficial made her life a drag
World her as she coins the phrase
Living for the hot wax and the printed

She no longer wants to boss the around
Contrary to popular
All she to do is get inside your head
And play the fun rhythms of the

Batucada Suite, of the street
Music for the soul to make you whole
Estebans a walker and a
Says that love someday reign throughout this land

Says he's glad you let him try it all
'Cause his time on earth he lived life in sin
All he wants to do is his eagle wings
And fly south for the winter just me
All he wants to do is get inside your
And play the funky rhythms from the

Batucada Suite for the feet
Music for the soul-geared to you whole
drums of the African, the reggae of the Rastaman
The ragas of the Indians, rock-n-roll of my homeland
Tender lutes of the Orient, the salsa of descent
Jesus is heaven sent to remind us of what has went

I ya Ototele-the rhythms of Y Surdo as I taste bittersweet
I know I am not complete until the message in my songs are
If you feel a pain unfair, too heavy to bear
comes from peace not war