Luyện nghe bài hát La Femme Fetal

It was 8:49 on a 9th day of July
was not a cloud to speak of
So the orange sun hung in the sky
I lay prone in my catboat
of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz cat's horn
Sliding in a tape of bird on verve when suddenly my phone

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

"You remember my boyfriend Sid fly kid who I love
our love was often a verb and spontaneity has brought a third
But do to our youth an state, we wish to terminate
About this we feel great, but baby that's how it is
But the feds have dissed me, they ignore and me
The harass me outside the clinic
And call me a murderer, now hate
So to say we're in a mental state of debate"

Hey beautiful bird, I digging her somber mood
The fascists are heavy dudes
They don't really a damn about life
just don't want a woman to control her body
Or have the right to choose but baby that ain't
They just want a male finger on the

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

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

Now I want to sound macabre
But hey, it my job to lay it on the masses
And get them off their asses to fight against fascists
So whatever you decide make that move with
Sid will be there and so I
An insect I die

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