Luyện nghe bài hát Jones The Rhythm

{Rhythm is the song's maniacal and it's demonic charge
It is the original breath, it is the of unremitting demand
do you still want to be said the singer?
What do you think you can still draw from my

{Exact presence that no can represent
of the old secret
Alive with the blood that again
And is pulsing where the rhythm is torn

{How your singer's blood is at the depth of sound
Lacerations echo in the mouth's erotic sky where dance together
The trenches of rhythm and an imploring immobility
Ladies and gentlemen Miss Grace Jones, the Rhythm}

Slave,

to the rhythm, dance to the rhythm
Axe to wood in ancient times, man machine line
The burns with heart beats strong
Sing out loud 'The Gang' song

Never stop the
Keep it up, it up
stop the action
Keep it up, it up

to the rhythm
Dance to the
The master, never stop

stop the action
it up
Never stop the
Keep it up, it up

to the rhythm, work to the rhythm
Dance to the rhythm, to the rhythm
Slave to the

Dance to the rhythm, to the rhythm
Slave to the rhythm, work to the
To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the

To the
To the
To the

{Grace, Oh that's