Luyện nghe bài hát La Femme Fetal

It was on a beautiful 9th day of July
was not a cloud 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 tape of bird on verve when suddenly rang my

"Hey butterfly", the voice
Slip on some comb out your fro and slide on down to my pad
The vibe here is very pleasant and I truly your presence
A of great magnitude has arose and as we speak it grows
Damn, what could it be I
A juice I bought and rolled on down to her
Seeing bros I know slapping fives I and pressed G-5
And was Nikki 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 fly kid who I love
Well our love was a verb and spontaneity has brought a third
But do to our youth an state, we wish to terminate
About this we don't great, but baby that's how it is
But the feds have dissed me, 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 her somber mood
The are some heavy dudes
don't really give a damn about life
They just don't want a woman to her body
Or have the right to choose but baby ain't nothin'
They want a male finger on the button

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

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

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

and sounds, spinning around
Confrontations across the
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