Luyện nghe bài hát La Femme Fetal

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

"Hey butterfly", the voice
Slip on some duds out your fro and slide on down to my pad
The vibe is very pleasant and I truly request your presence
A of great magnitude has arose and as we speak it grows
Damn, what it be I thought
A juice I bought and rolled on down to her
Seeing bros I know slapping I arrived and pressed G-5
And there was Nikki lookin' some of sad
tears fallin' 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 spontaneity has brought a
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, they ignore and me
The pro-lifers harass me outside the
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 don't really give a damn about
They just don't want a to control her body
Or have the right to choose but baby ain't nothin'
They just want a finger on the button

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

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

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

Rhythms and sounds, 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