Luyện nghe bài hát Jones The Rhythm

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

presence that no fantasy can represent
Purveyor of the old
Alive with the blood that again
And is pulsing the rhythm is torn apart}

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

Slave,

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

Never stop the
it up, keep it up
Never the action
it up, keep it up

Slave to the
to the rhythm
The rhythm master, never

Never stop the
it up
Never stop the
it up, keep it up

Slave to the rhythm, to the rhythm
Dance to the rhythm, live to the
Slave to the

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

To the
To the
To the

{Grace, Oh weird}