Luyện nghe bài hát For Women

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

I got off the 2 train in brooklyn on my way to a
Said let me help this 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 head
And long that peeked out the back
Like antenna to help her get a of where she was at, imagine that
Livin' a century, the strenght of her
like an angel had been sent to me
She lived nigga to colored to negro to black
To afro then african-american and right to nigga
You she'd be bitter in the twilight
But she alright, cuz she done the circle of life yo
Her skin was like it was packed with melanin
Back in the days of slaves she packin' like harriet
Her are long and she moves like song
Feet with corns, hand callouses
But her heart is warm and her is wooly
And it attract a lot of energy even
She gotta dead that the head wrap is her
Her is strong and she far from a vagabond
This is the back of the masters' whip used to crack
enough to take all the pain, that's been
Inflicted again and again and again and again and
It to the love for her children else matters
What do they call her? 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
she only deals with losers 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 dream paid tuition
For the receipt to find out her history was missing and started
Seeing the world through very different
askin' 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 is long and straight just like sleeping beauty
See, she truly feels like she belong in 2
And that she can't to other girls
Her father was rich and white still livin' with his
But he forced himself on her mother late one
call it rape that's right and now she take flight
Through life with hate and spite inside her
That her up to the break of light a lot of times
(I find myself)
She had to remind
They her safronia the unwanted seed
Blood 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 marquis dreamin of stardom
they was born the streets is watchin' and schemin'
And now it got them generations deseases
don't kill you they just got problems
And complications that get you
Yo, getting worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant
Cuz they scared of giving
How I feed this baby?
How I survive, how will this baby shine?
Daddy dead from crack in '85, dead from aids in '89
At 14 the baby hit the same streets became her master
The children of the enslaved, they grow a faster
They bodies adult
they keepin' the thoughts of a child her arrival
Into womanhood was heemed up by her
Now she 25, grown out her own
Doin' whatever it takes strippin', 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,
alright it's 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 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 little am i)
(Why I'm yours if you got enough to buy)
(You better stop with the compliments we out of time,)
(You wanna talk whatever we could do that it's dime)
(From harlem's from where I came, worry about my name,)
(Up on one-two-five they me sweet thang)

A come 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 always to him
She'd rather kill her babies 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 keep
The promise of life after death for those that god bless
She swears the next baby she'll have will breathe a breath
And get milk from a free
And love beeing
Otherwise they'll have to give up being themselves to
maids, cleaning ladies maybe teachers
Or college graduates, nurses, housewives, prostitutes, and addicts
will grow to be old women, some will die before they born
They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make
(But me, my skin is and my manner is tough,)
(Like the love I give my babies the rainbow's enuff,)
(I'll the first muthafucka that mess with me, I never bluff)
(I ain't got time to lie, my life has been too rough,)
(Still running with barefeet, I ain't got 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 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.)