Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Red Hot

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Every Of My Heart
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I met her in a little French
like a young giraffe
She was sitting Baudelaire
Not exactly working

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

Hey boys, what a
Stop a train at fifty
Matching hair, matching clothes and
Kinda like a tiger in
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Revolution running her veins
A radical head to toe
The only record she ever played
Was "just a rolling stone"

We started talking by the
Her lips get closer to
We started all around the room
by a bottle of wine

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

Took a along the avenue
So in love and so
My plane was in half an hour
What would you have in my shoes?

Hey boys, so you see
Couldn't get her my head
My regards to the back home
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