Luyện nghe bài hát La Femme Fetal

It was on a beautiful 9th day of July
There was not a cloud to of
So the orange sun lonely in the sky
I lay in my catboat home
Thinking of fine Jackie and his jazz cat's horn
Sliding in a tape of on verve when suddenly rang my phone

"Hey butterfly", the voice
Slip on duds comb out your fro and slide on down to my pad
The here is very pleasant and I truly request your presence
A problem of great has arose and as we speak it grows
Damn, could it be I thought
A juice I bought and rolled on down to her
Seeing I know slapping fives I arrived and pressed G-5
And there was lookin' some kind of sad
With tears fallin' from her she sat me down
And dug my frown and to run it down

"You remember my boyfriend Sid that fly kid who I
Well our was often a verb and spontaneity has brought a third
But do to our youth an economic state, we wish to
this we don't feel great, but baby that's how it is
But the feds have dissed me, ignore and dismiss me
The pro-lifers harass me the clinic
And call me a murderer, now hate
So to say we're in a mental state of debate"

Hey beautiful bird, I said digging her mood
The fascists are some heavy
They don't really give a damn about
They just don't a woman to control her body
Or have the right to choose but that ain't nothin'
They just want a finger on the button

if you say, War, they will send them to die by the score
Aborting mission should be your
But if Souter and Thomas their way
You'll be standing in unable to get welfare
While they're out hunting and
It has always been around, it will have the niche
But they'll it a privilege not a right accessible only to the rich

Hey pro-lifers should dig themselves 'cause life stop after birth
And for child borne to the it might even just get worse
The situation surely change if they find themselves in it
of the h-bomb and fire bombing clinic
What of shit is that? Orwellian in fact
If Roe V Wade was overturned would not the desire intact
Leaving girls to risk their healths
Doctors to botch and watch as they kill

Now I don't want to sound
But hey, isn't it my job to lay it on the
And get them off asses to fight against these fascists
So whatever you make that move with pride
Sid will be and so will I
An insect I die

and sounds, spinning around
Confrontations across the
Your block, my block, what a shock
of the free but not me
Not me, not me, not me, not me
Not me, not me, not me, not me