Luyện nghe bài hát Dragonfly's Intro

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

I'm Grace in this sin thing with my titties 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 melancholy
As gifts for the brokenhearted who's stereos pump me

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

I'm at the hip hop head-bopping in the back
Smoking that'll burn
During intermission, I'm in the club
Hold up in a stall praying in earnest for Jeff Buckley's
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 little gal
Who don't take no chat
it's in the dark
I might be in the now
But a fucker just moved out of Regent Park

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