Luyện nghe bài hát Dragonfly's Intro

If the world is nearly
I'm the red-haired faerie child
Of whom the prophets
Would bleed songs the lyrics died
But I've been busy with my child
I sent him aborted songs to his unformed limbs in

I'm Grace Jones in sin thing with my titties out prowling this tee-dot club
Eyes on a Reebok thug, looking for boy parts to make my mattress comfy
I crush their bones melancholy melodies
As gifts for the brokenhearted girls who's pump me

I'm a grown-ass woman with little features
A Jewish cornbread macaroni pie like your Mom at green eyes
I fall to pieces, Patsy Klein preacher

I'm at the hip hop head-bopping in the back
Smoking that'll burn
During intermission, I'm in the club
Hold up in a praying in earnest for Jeff Buckley's return
Thank heaven for you, thank heaven for you, heaven for you
I'm a studio rat, designer geared, kid, Hollywood brat
Bad gal, war child, bookworm, Leone activist cat
I'm a little gal
Who don't no back chat
it's in the dark
I be in the attics now
But a mother fucker just moved out of Park

But into my civil eyes, really
I'll sing you all some lies
And you from your civil lives
And show you I'm civilized
Nearly, nearly,