Luyện nghe bài hát For Women

Yea, so we got this called "for women" right
Originally, it was by simone
She said it was by, you know
south, in the south, they used to call her mother antie
She no mrs.
Just
She said if anybody called her antie
She'd burn the whole goddamn down
I'm over that
into 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 before I get to steppin'
We got in a she said she a 107
Just her presence was a blessing and her essence was a
She had her head
And long dreads that peeked out the
Like to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine that
a century, the strenght of her memories
Felt like an angel had been to me
She from nigga to colored to negro to black
To then african-american and right back to nigga
You figure she'd be bitter in the
But she alright, cuz she sseen the circle of life yo
Her skin was black it was packed with melanin
Back in the days of she packin' like harriet tubman
Her arms are long and she like song
Feet with corns, with callouses
But her heart is warm and her hair is
And it attract a lot of even negative
She gotta that the head wrap is her remedy
Her is strong and she far from a vagabond
This is the back of the 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 matters
What do they call her? they her aunt sara

I a girl with a name as beautiful as the rain
Her is the same but she suffers an unusual pain
Seems she only deals with losers who be them games
Chasin' the real away like she confused in the brain
She tried to get it she fit in
On that american dream paid tuition
For the receipt to find out her history was and started flippin'
Seeing the world through very eyes
People askin' her what do when it comes time to chose sides
Yo, her is yellow, it's like her face is blond word is bond
And her hair is long and straight like sleeping beauty
See, she feels like 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 himself on her mother late one night
They call it rape that's and now she take flight
Through with hate and spite inside her mind
That keep her up to the of light a lot of times
(I gotta myself)
She had to herself
They her safronia the unwanted seed
Blood blue in her vein and still red when she bleeds
(Don't, don't, hurt me again)

Teenage lovers sit on the up in harlem
Holdin' hands under the apollo marquis of stardom
they was born the streets is watchin' and schemin'
And now it got them generations facin'
don't kill you they just got problems
And complications that get you
Yo, it's getting worse, children hide the fact that they pregnant
Cuz they 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 hit the same streets they became her master
The of the enslaved, they grow a little faster
They become adult
While they keepin' the thoughts of a child her
Into womanhood was heemed up by her
Now she 25, grown out her own
Doin' whatever it strippin', workin' out on the block
Up on the phone, talkin'
(My is tan like the front of your hand)
(And my hair)
(well my alright whatever way I want to fix it,
It's alright fine)
(But my hips, these hips of mine invite you daddy)
(And when I fix my my mouth is like wine)
(Take a sip be shy, tonight I wanna be your lady)
(I ain't too good for your mercedes, but you got to pay me)
(You better quit with all the question, who's little girl am i)
(Why I'm if you got enough money to buy)
(You better stop the compliments we running out of time,)
(You wanna talk whatever we could do that it's dime)
(From from where I came, don't worry about my name,)
(Up on they call me sweet thang)

A daughter come up in georgia, ripe and to plant seeds
Left the plantation when she saw a sign even thought she can't
It came 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 to get across that mason-dixon
In church she learned how to be and keep wishin'
The promise of eternal life death for those that god bless
She swears the next baby she'll have will breathe a breath
And get milk from a breast
And love 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, will die before they born
They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make
(But me, my skin is brown and my is tough,)
(Like the love I give my babies when the enuff,)
(I'll kill the first muthafucka that with me, I never bluff)
(I ain't got time to lie, my life has much too rough,)
(Still with barefeet, I ain't got nothin' but my soul,)
(Freedom is the goal
Life and death is on the whole, in many ways)
(I'm awfully bitter these
the only parents god gave me, they were slaves,)
(And it me, I got the destiny of a casualty,)
(But I live through my and I change my reality)
(Maybe one day I'll back to georgia on a train,)
(Folks 'round there me peaches, I guess that's my name.)