Luyện nghe bài hát Batucadia Suite

Mary's into new things got a new bag
Superficial living made her life a
World stereotypes her as she coins the
for the hot wax and the printed page

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

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

Says glad you let him try it all again
'Cause his last on earth he lived life in sin
All he wants to do is spread his eagle
And fly for the winter just like me
All he wants to do is get your head
And play the funky rhythms the streets

Batucada Suite rhythms for the
for the soul-geared to make you whole
Tribal drums of the African, the of the Rastaman
The of the Indians, rock-n-roll music of my homeland
Tender lutes of the Orient, the of Spanish descent
music is heaven sent to remind us of what has went

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