Luyện nghe bài hát La Femme Fetal

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

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

"You remember my boyfriend Sid that fly kid who I
Well our was often a verb and spontaneity has brought a third
But do to our youth an economic state, we wish to
About this we don't feel great, but that's how it is
But the feds have dissed me, they 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 state of debate"

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

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

Hey pro-lifers should dig themselves 'cause life doesn't after birth
And for child borne to the unprepared it might 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? in fact
If Roe V Wade was would not the desire remain intact
Leaving young girls to risk healths
Doctors to botch and watch as kill themselves

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

Rhythms and sounds, spinning
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