Luyện nghe bài hát For Women

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

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

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

Teenage lovers sit on the up in harlem
Holdin' hands under the marquis dreamin of stardom
Since they was born the is watchin' and schemin'
And now it got them generations deseases
That don't kill you they got problems
And that get you first
Yo, it's getting worse, when children hide the fact that pregnant
Cuz scared of giving birth
How will I this baby?
How will I survive, how will this shine?
Daddy dead from in '85, mommy dead from aids in '89
At 14 the baby hit the same they became her master
The children of the enslaved, grow a little faster
bodies become adult
While they the thoughts of a child her arrival
Into womanhood was heemed up by her
Now she 25, barely out her own
Doin' whatever it takes strippin', workin' out on the
Up on the phone, about
(My skin is tan like the front of hand)
(And my hair)
(well my hair's alright way I want to fix it,
alright it's fine)
(But my hips, sweet hips of mine invite you daddy)
(And I fix my lips my mouth is like wine)
(Take a sip be shy, tonight I wanna be your lady)
(I too good for your mercedes, but first you got to pay me)
(You better with all the question, sugar who's little girl am i)
(Why I'm yours if you got money to buy)
(You better stop with the 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 one-two-five call me sweet thang)

A daughter come up in georgia, ripe and ready to plant
Left the plantation she saw a sign even thought she can't read
It from god and when life get hard she always speak to him
She'd rather kill her babies than let the get to 'em
She on the run up north to get across that
In church she learned how to be patient and keep
The promise of eternal life after death for those that god
She swears the next baby she'll will breathe a free breath
And get milk from a free
And love beeing
Otherwise they'll have to give up being to survive
maids, cleaning ladies maybe teachers
Or graduates, nurses, housewives, prostitutes, and drug addicts
Some will grow to be old women, some will die before born
They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and songs
(But me, my is brown and my manner is tough,)
(Like the love I give my babies when the enuff,)
(I'll kill the muthafucka that mess with me, I never bluff)
(I ain't got time to lie, my has been much too rough,)
(Still running barefeet, I ain't got nothin' but my soul,)
(Freedom is the ultimate
Life and is small on the whole, in many ways)
(I'm awfully these days
'Cuz the only 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 ride back to georgia on a train,)
(Folks 'round there me peaches, I guess that's my name.)