Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Red Hot

Rod
Every Of My Heart
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I met her in a French cafe
Legs like a giraffe
She was sitting Baudelaire
Not working class

She had a in St. Michel
Crucifix around her
Che Guevara all the wall
She can't stand the sun on her

Hey boys, a look
Stop a at fifty feet
Matching hair, clothes and eyes
Kinda a tiger in heat
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Revolution running through her
A from head to toe
The only record she ever played
Was "just like a stone"

We started by the candlelight
Her get closer to mine
We started dancing all the room
Helped by a of wine

Hey boys,
Didn't even her name
One night in Paris, with a like that
Never going home
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Oh my, I woke up
She'd already out to her work
My head was aching and my back was
I've never, never, known a night like that

a walk along the avenue
So in and so confused
My plane was in half an hour
What would you done in my shoes?

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