Luyện nghe bài hát Dragonfly's Intro

If the world is civilized
I'm the red-haired faerie child
Of whom the prophesies
bleed songs until the lyrics died
But been busy with my unborn child
I sent him aborted to wrap his unformed limbs in

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

I'm a woman with little girl features
A cornbread macaroni pie like your Mom makes at green eyes
I fall to pieces, Klein faerie preacher

I'm at the hip hop show in the back
Smoking that'll burn
During intermission, I'm in the bathroom
Hold up in a stall praying in earnest for Jeff return
heaven for you, thank heaven for you, thank heaven for you
I'm a studio rat, designer geared, Toronto kid, Hollywood
Bad gal, war child, bookworm, Sierra Leone cat
I'm a wikked gal
Who don't take no back
it's in the dark
I might be in the now
But a mother fucker just out of Regent Park

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