Luyện nghe bài hát For Women

Yea, so we got tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by simone
She said it was by, you know
Down south, in the south, they used to call her mother
She no mrs.
antie
She said if anybody ever her antie
She'd burn the whole goddamn place
I'm past 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 this woman up the stairs before I get to steppin'
We got in a conversation she she a 107
Just her presence was a and her essence was a lesson
She had her wrapped
And dreads that peeked out the back
Like antenna to help her get a sense of she was at, imagine that
a century, the strenght of her memories
Felt an angel had been sent to me
She from nigga to colored to negro to black
To afro then african-american and right to nigga
You figure she'd be in the twilight
But she alright, cuz she done sseen the of life yo
Her skin was black like it was packed melanin
Back in the days of slaves she packin' like harriet
Her arms are long and she like song
Feet with corns, hand with
But her heart is and her hair is wooly
And it attract a lot of energy even
She dead that the head wrap is her remedy
Her back is strong and she far a vagabond
This is the back of the masters' whip used to crack
enough to take all the pain, that's been
Inflicted and again and again and again and flipped
It to the love for her nothing else matters
What do they her? they call her aunt sara

I know a girl with a name as beautiful as the
Her face is the same but she suffers an unusual
Seems she only deals with who be usin' them games
Chasin' the brothers away like she confused in the brain
She tried to get it she fit in
On that american mission paid tuition
For the receipt to find out her history was missing and flippin'
the world through very different eyes
People her what she'll do when it comes time to chose sides
Yo, her skin is yellow, it's like her face is word is bond
And her hair is long and straight just sleeping beauty
See, she truly like she belong in 2 worlds
And that she can't relate to other
Her father was rich and still livin' with his wife
But he forced himself on her mother one night
They call it rape that's right and now she 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 remind
They called her safronia the unwanted
still blue 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 apollo marquis of stardom
Since they was born the streets is and schemin'
And now it got them generations deseases
That don't kill you they just got
And complications get you first
Yo, getting worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant
Cuz they scared of birth
How will I feed baby?
How will I survive, how this baby shine?
Daddy dead crack in '85, mommy dead from aids in '89
At 14 the baby hit the same they became her master
The children of the enslaved, they a little faster
bodies become adult
While they keepin' the thoughts of a child her
womanhood was heemed up by her survival
Now she 25, barely out her own
Doin' it takes strippin', workin' out on the block
Up on the phone, about
(My skin is tan the front of your hand)
(And my hair)
(well my hair's whatever way I want to fix it,
It's alright 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 ain't too good for mercedes, but first you got to pay me)
(You better quit with all the question, sugar who's girl am i)
(Why I'm yours if you got money to buy)
(You better with the compliments we running out of time,)
(You wanna talk whatever we could do that it's dime)
(From harlem's from where I came, don't about my name,)
(Up on one-two-five call me sweet thang)

A daughter up in georgia, ripe and ready to plant seeds
Left the plantation when she saw a sign even thought she read
It came from god and when life get hard she speak to him
She'd rather her babies than let the master get to 'em
She on the run up north to get that mason-dixon
In church she how to be patient and keep 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 love beeing
Otherwise have to give up being themselves to survive
Being maids, cleaning ladies maybe
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 skin is and my manner is tough,)
(Like the love I give my babies when the enuff,)
(I'll kill the first that mess with me, I never bluff)
(I ain't got time to lie, my life has much too rough,)
(Still running with barefeet, I ain't got but my soul,)
(Freedom is the ultimate
Life and death is on the whole, in many ways)
(I'm bitter these days
the only parents god gave me, they were slaves,)
(And it me, I got the destiny of a casualty,)
(But I through my babies and I change my reality)
(Maybe one day I'll back to georgia on a train,)
(Folks 'round there call me peaches, I that's my name.)