Luyện nghe bài hát For Women

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

I got off the 2 train in on my way to a session
let me help this woman up the stairs before I get to steppin'
We got in a she said she a 107
Just her presence was a blessing and her was a lesson
She had her wrapped
And long dreads that peeked out the
Like to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine that
Livin' a century, the strenght of her
Felt like an angel had sent 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 was black like it was packed with melanin
Back in the of slaves she packin' like harriet tubman
Her arms are long and she moves like
Feet with corns, hand callouses
But her heart is warm and her is wooly
And it attract a lot of energy negative
She gotta dead the head wrap is her remedy
Her is strong and she far from a vagabond
This is the back of the masters' whip used to upon
Strong enough to take all the pain, that's
Inflicted again and again and again and and flipped
It to the for her children nothing else matters
What do they call they call her aunt sara

I a girl with a name as beautiful as the rain
Her face is the same but she 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 american dream mission paid tuition
For the receipt to find out her history was missing and flippin'
Seeing the world through very eyes
askin' her what she'll do when it comes time to chose sides
Yo, her skin is yellow, it's like her is blond word is bond
And her hair is long and straight just sleeping beauty
See, she feels like she belong in 2 worlds
And that she can't relate to girls
Her father was rich and white still livin' with his
But he forced himself on her late one night
They it rape that's right and now she take flight
Through life with hate and inside her mind
That her up to the break of light a lot of times
(I gotta myself)
She had to remind
They called her safronia the seed
Blood blue in her vein and still red when she bleeds
(Don't, don't, don't me again)

Teenage sit on the stoops up in harlem
Holdin' hands under the apollo marquis dreamin of
Since they was the streets is watchin' and schemin'
And now it got them facin' deseases
That don't kill you they got problems
And complications that get you
Yo, it's getting worse, when hide the fact that they pregnant
Cuz they scared of giving
How will I feed this
How will I survive, how will this shine?
Daddy dead from crack in '85, dead from aids in '89
At 14 the hit the same streets they became her master
The children of the enslaved, they a little faster
They become adult
they keepin' 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', 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 whatever way I want to fix it,
It's alright fine)
(But my hips, these sweet hips of mine 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 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 enough to buy)
(You stop with the compliments we running out of time,)
(You wanna talk whatever we do that it's your dime)
(From harlem's from 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 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 to get across that mason-dixon
In church she learned how to be patient and keep
The promise of eternal life after death for those that god
She the next baby she'll have will breathe a free breath
And get milk a free breast
And beeing alive
Otherwise they'll to give up being themselves to survive
Being maids, cleaning maybe teachers
Or college graduates, nurses, housewives, prostitutes, and addicts
Some will grow to be old women, some will die before they
be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make songs
(But me, my is brown and my manner is tough,)
(Like the love I give my babies the rainbow's enuff,)
(I'll kill the first muthafucka that with me, I never bluff)
(I got time to lie, my life has been much too rough,)
(Still running barefeet, I ain't got nothin' but my soul,)
(Freedom is the ultimate
and death is small on the whole, in many ways)
(I'm awfully these days
'Cuz the only parents god gave me, were slaves,)
(And it crippled me, I got the of a casualty,)
(But I live through my babies and I my reality)
(Maybe one day I'll back to georgia on a train,)
(Folks there call me peaches, I guess that's my name.)