Luyện nghe bài hát Dragonfly's Intro

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

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

I'm a woman with little girl features
A Jewish cornbread macaroni pie like Mom makes at green eyes
I fall to pieces, Patsy faerie preacher

I'm at the hip hop head-bopping in the back
Smoking anything burn
During intermission, I'm in the club
Hold up in a stall praying in earnest for Buckley's return
heaven for you, thank heaven for you, thank heaven for you
I'm a rat, designer geared, Toronto kid, Hollywood brat
Bad gal, war child, bookworm, Sierra activist cat
I'm a little gal
Who take no back chat
it's in the dark
I might be in the now
But a mother fucker just moved out of Park

But look into my civil eyes,
sing you all some civil lies
And you from your civil lives
And you that I'm civilized
Nearly, nearly,