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 hung in the sky
I lay prone in my home
Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz cat's
Sliding in a tape of on verve when suddenly rang my phone

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

"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 we don't 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 needless to say we're in a mental of debate"

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

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

Hey pro-lifers should dig themselves 'cause life doesn't stop birth
And for child borne to the unprepared it might even get worse
The surely change if they will find themselves in it
Supporters of the h-bomb and fire clinic
type of shit is that? Orwellian in fact
If Roe V Wade was would not the desire remain 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 asses to fight against these fascists
So whatever you make that move with pride
Sid be there and so will I
An 'til I die

and sounds, spinning around
Confrontations the nation
Your block, my block, 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