Luyện nghe bài hát Batucadia Suite

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

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

Suite, rhythms of the street
Music for the soul love to you whole
a walker and a superman
Says that love will someday reign throughout 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 his eagle wings
And fly south for the just like me
All he wants to do is get your head
And the funky rhythms from the streets

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

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