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
south, in the south, they used to call her mother antie
She no mrs.
antie
She if anybody ever called her antie
She'd burn the whole place down
I'm past that
Coming into the new millenium, we can't our elders

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

I know a with a name as beautiful as the rain
Her face is the same but she an unusual pain
Seems she only deals with who be usin' them games
Chasin' the real brothers away she confused in the brain
She to get it where she fit in
On that american dream mission tuition
For the receipt to find out her was missing and started flippin'
Seeing the world very different eyes
People askin' her she'll do when it comes time to chose sides
Yo, her skin is yellow, it's like her face is blond is bond
And her hair is long and straight just like beauty
See, she feels 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 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 of light a lot of times
(I gotta myself)
She had to herself
called her safronia the unwanted seed
Blood still blue in her vein and still red when she
(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 born the streets is 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 worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant
Cuz scared of giving birth
How will I feed baby?
How will I survive, how will this baby
Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead aids in '89
At 14 the baby hit the streets they became her master
The children of the enslaved, grow a little faster
They bodies 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 strippin', workin' out on the block
Up on the phone, about
(My skin is tan like the of your hand)
(And my hair)
(well my hair's alright way I want to fix it,
alright it's fine)
(But my hips, these sweet hips of invite you daddy)
(And I fix my lips my mouth is like wine)
(Take a sip don't be shy, tonight I wanna be lady)
(I ain't too for your mercedes, but first you got to pay me)
(You better quit with all the question, sugar little girl am i)
(Why I'm yours if you got money to buy)
(You stop with the compliments we running out of time,)
(You wanna whatever we could do that it's your dime)
(From from where I came, don't worry about my name,)
(Up on one-two-five they call me thang)

A daughter up in georgia, ripe and ready to plant seeds
Left the plantation when she saw a sign even thought she can't
It came from god and when get hard she always speak to him
She'd rather kill her than let the master 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 after for those that god bless
She swears the next baby she'll will breathe a free breath
And get milk a free breast
And love alive
Otherwise they'll to give up being themselves to survive
Being maids, ladies maybe teachers
Or college graduates, nurses, housewives, prostitutes, and addicts
Some will grow to be old women, some will die before they
They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and songs
(But me, my skin is brown and my is tough,)
(Like the I give my babies when the rainbow's enuff,)
(I'll kill the first muthafucka that mess with me, I bluff)
(I ain't got time to lie, my life has been too rough,)
(Still with barefeet, I ain't got nothin' but my soul,)
(Freedom is the goal
Life and death is small on the whole, in ways)
(I'm awfully bitter 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 there call me peaches, I guess that's my name.)