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 lonely in the sky
I lay prone in my catboat
Thinking of nappy Jackie and his jazz cat's horn
Sliding in a of bird 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 very and I truly request your presence
A problem of great magnitude has and as we speak it grows
Damn, what could it be I
A I bought and rolled on down to her [Incomprehensible]
Seeing bros I know slapping fives I and pressed G-5
And there was lookin' some kind of sad
With tears 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 wish to
About this we don't feel great, but baby 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 state of debate"

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

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

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

Now I don't 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 with pride
Sid be there and so will I
An 'til I die

Rhythms and sounds, spinning
Confrontations the nation
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