Luyện nghe bài hát Dragonfly's Intro

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

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

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

I'm at the hip hop show in the back
Smoking that'll burn
During intermission, I'm in the club
Hold up in a stall 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, Sierra activist cat
I'm a little gal
Who don't take no chat
Unless in the dark
I might be in the now
But a mother just moved out of Regent Park

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