Luyện nghe bài hát La Femme Fetal

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

"Hey butterfly", the voice
Slip on some duds comb out fro and slide on down to my pad
The vibe is very 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 bought and rolled on to her [Incomprehensible]
Seeing bros I know slapping fives I arrived and G-5
And there was 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 often a and spontaneity has brought a third
But do to our youth an economic state, we wish to
About we don't feel 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 me a murderer, now that's hate
So needless to say we're in a mental of debate"

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

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

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

Now I want to sound macabre
But hey, it my job to lay it on the masses
And get them off their asses to against these fascists
So whatever you decide make that move with
Sid will be there and so I
An 'til I die

and sounds, spinning around
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