Luyện nghe bài hát For Women

Yea, so we got this called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina
She said it was by, you know
Down south, in the south, used to call her mother antie
She no mrs.
Just
She said if anybody ever her antie
She'd burn the whole goddamn place
I'm over past
Coming into the new millenium, we can't our elders

I got off the 2 in brooklyn on my way to a session
Said let me this woman up the stairs before I get to steppin'
We got in a she said she a 107
Just her presence was a and her essence was a lesson
She had her wrapped
And long dreads that peeked out the
Like antenna to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine
a century, the strenght of her memories
Felt like an angel had been to me
She lived from to colored to negro to black
To afro then african-american and back to nigga
You figure be bitter in the twilight
But she alright, cuz she done the circle of life yo
Her skin was black like it was with melanin
Back in the days of slaves she packin' like tubman
Her arms are long and she like song
Feet with corns, with callouses
But her heart is warm and her is wooly
And it attract a lot of even negative
She dead that the head wrap is her remedy
Her back is strong and she far from a
This is the of the masters' whip used to crack upon
Strong enough to take all the pain, been
Inflicted again and and again and again and flipped
It to the love for her children nothing matters
What do they call her? they call her sara

I a girl with a name as beautiful as the rain
Her face is the same but she suffers an unusual
Seems she only with losers who be usin' them games
Chasin' the real brothers away like she in the brain
She to get it where she fit in
On american dream mission paid tuition
For the receipt to find out her history was and started flippin'
Seeing the world through different eyes
People askin' her what she'll do when it comes time to chose
Yo, her is yellow, it's like her face is blond word is bond
And her hair is long and just like sleeping beauty
See, she truly feels she belong in 2 worlds
And that she can't to other girls
Her father was rich and white still livin' his wife
But he forced on her mother late one night
They call it rape that's right and now she take
Through life with hate and spite her mind
keep her up to the break of light a lot of times
(I gotta myself)
She had to herself
They called her safronia the unwanted
Blood still blue in her vein and still red when she
(Don't, don't, don't me again)

Teenage lovers sit on the stoops up in
Holdin' hands under the marquis dreamin of stardom
Since they was born the streets is and schemin'
And now it got them generations facin'
don't kill you they just got problems
And complications get you first
Yo, it's worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant
Cuz they scared of giving
How will I feed baby?
How will I survive, how will baby shine?
Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy from aids in '89
At 14 the hit the same streets they became her master
The children of the enslaved, they grow a little
They become adult
While they the thoughts of a child her arrival
Into was heemed up by her survival
Now she 25, barely out her own
Doin' whatever it takes strippin', out on the block
Up on the phone, talkin'
(My skin is tan like the of your hand)
(And my hair)
(well my alright whatever way I want to fix it,
It's alright fine)
(But my hips, these sweet of mine invite you daddy)
(And when I fix my lips my mouth is wine)
(Take a sip don't be shy, tonight I wanna be lady)
(I ain't too good for your mercedes, but you got to pay me)
(You better quit with all the question, sugar little girl am i)
(Why I'm if you got enough money to buy)
(You stop with the compliments we running out of time,)
(You wanna talk whatever we could do it's your dime)
(From harlem's from where I came, worry about my name,)
(Up on they call me sweet thang)

A come up in georgia, ripe and ready to plant seeds
Left the when she saw a sign even thought she can't read
It came from god and when get hard she always speak to him
She'd rather her babies than let the master get to 'em
She on the run up to get across that mason-dixon
In church she learned how to be patient and wishin'
The promise of eternal life after death for those that god
She swears the next baby have will breathe a free breath
And get milk a free breast
And beeing alive
Otherwise they'll have to give up being themselves to
Being maids, cleaning maybe teachers
Or college graduates, nurses, housewives, prostitutes, and drug
Some will grow to be old women, some will die they born
They'll be mothers, and who inspire and make songs
(But me, my is brown and my manner is tough,)
(Like the I give my babies when the rainbow's enuff,)
(I'll kill the muthafucka that mess with me, I never bluff)
(I got time to lie, my life has been much too rough,)
(Still running with barefeet, I ain't got but my soul,)
(Freedom is the ultimate
Life and death is small on the whole, in ways)
(I'm awfully bitter these
'Cuz the parents god gave me, they were slaves,)
(And it crippled me, I got the of a casualty,)
(But I through my babies and I change my reality)
(Maybe one day I'll ride to georgia on a train,)
(Folks 'round there me peaches, I guess that's my name.)