Luyện nghe bài hát Dragonfly's Intro

If the is nearly civilized
Then I'm the red-haired child
Of whom the prophesies
Would bleed songs the lyrics died
But I've been busy my unborn child
I sent him aborted songs to 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, for soft boy parts to make my mattress comfy
I crush bones into melancholy melodies
As gifts for the brokenhearted girls stereos pump me

I'm a grown-ass woman with little girl
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
anything that'll burn
During intermission, I'm in the bathroom
Hold up in a stall praying in for Jeff Buckley's return
Thank for you, thank heaven for you, thank 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 take no chat
Unless it's in the
I might be in the now
But a mother fucker just moved out of Park

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