Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Red Hot

Rod
Every Beat Of My
Red Hot In
I met her in a little French
like a young giraffe
She was sitting reading
Not exactly working

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

Hey boys, what a
a train at fifty feet
Matching hair, matching clothes and
like a tiger in heat
Red hot in
Red hot in

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

We started by the candlelight
Her get closer to mine
We started all around the room
by a bottle of wine

Hey boys,
Didn't even her name
One night in Paris, with a girl like
going home again
Red hot in
Red hot in

Oh my, when I up
She'd gone out to her work
My head was aching and my back was
I've never, never, never known a night 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 regards to the folks back
Gonna spend some time red
Red hot in
Red hot in