Luyện nghe bài hát La Femme Fetal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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