Luyện nghe bài hát La Femme Fetal

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

"Hey butterfly", the voice
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 arose and as we speak it
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' kind of sad
With tears fallin' 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
our love was often a verb and spontaneity 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 dissed me, they ignore and dismiss me
The harass me outside the clinic
And me a murderer, now that's hate
So to say we're in a mental state of debate"

Hey beautiful bird, I digging her somber mood
The fascists are 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 that nothin'
just want a male finger on the button

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

Hey should dig themselves 'cause life doesn't stop after birth
And for child borne to the unprepared it might even just get
The situation surely change if they find themselves in it
Supporters of the h-bomb and bombing clinic
What type of shit is Orwellian in fact
If Roe V Wade was overturned would not the remain intact
Leaving young girls to risk healths
to botch and watch as they 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 move with pride
Sid will be there and so I
An 'til I die

and sounds, spinning around
Confrontations the nation
Your block, my block, dreadlocks a shock
of the free but not me
Not me, not me, not me, not me
Not me, not me, not me, not me