Luyện nghe bài hát Dragonfly's Intro

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

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

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

I'm at the hip hop head-bopping in the back
Smoking anything that'll
During intermission, I'm in the club
Hold up in a stall praying in earnest for Jeff Buckley's
Thank heaven for you, heaven for you, thank heaven for you
I'm a studio rat, designer geared, Toronto kid, Hollywood
Bad gal, war child, bookworm, Sierra activist 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 fucker just moved out of Regent Park

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