Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Red Hot

Rod
Every Of My Heart
Red Hot In
I met her in a little French
Legs like a young
She was sitting reading
Not exactly class

She had a in St. Michel
around her waist
Che Guevara all over the
She can't the sun on her face

Hey boys, a look
Stop a at fifty feet
Matching hair, matching clothes and
Kinda a tiger in heat
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Red hot in

Revolution running through her
A radical head to toe
The only record that she ever
Was "just a rolling stone"

We started by the candlelight
Her lips get closer to
We started dancing all the room
Helped by a bottle of

Hey boys,
Didn't even know her
One night in Paris, with a girl that
Never home again
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Red hot in

Oh my, when I up
She'd gone out to her work
My head was aching and my was scratched
I've never, never, never a night like that

Took a walk along the
So in and so confused
My plane was leaving in an hour
What would you have in my shoes?

Hey boys, so you see
get her outa my head
My to the folks back home
Gonna spend time with red
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