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 orange sun lonely in the sky
I lay in my catboat home
Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz horn
Sliding in a of bird on verve 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 magnitude has arose 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 fives I and pressed G-5
And was Nikki lookin' some kind of sad
With tears fallin' from her eyes she sat me
And dug my frown and began to run it

"You my boyfriend Sid that fly kid who I love
Well our love was often a verb and has brought a third
But do to our youth an economic state, we to terminate
About this we don't great, but baby that's how it is
But the feds dissed me, they ignore and dismiss me
The pro-lifers 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 said digging her mood
The fascists are some dudes
They don't really give a about life
just don't want a woman to control her body
Or the right to choose but baby that ain't nothin'
just want a male finger on the button

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

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

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

Rhythms and sounds, spinning
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