Luyện nghe bài hát Dragonfly's Intro

If the world is nearly
Then I'm the faerie child
Of whom the prophesies
Would bleed songs the lyrics died
But I've been busy my unborn child
I him aborted songs to wrap his unformed limbs in

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

I'm a grown-ass woman with girl 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 show head-bopping in the
Smoking that'll burn
During intermission, I'm in the club
Hold up in a stall praying in 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 take no back chat
Unless it's in the
I might be in the now
But a fucker just moved out of Regent Park

But look into my civil eyes,
I'll sing you all civil lies
And take you from civil lives
And show you that I'm
Nearly, nearly,