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 orange sun hung in the sky
I lay prone in my catboat
Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz cat's
Sliding in a tape of bird on verve when suddenly my phone

"Hey butterfly", the voice
Slip on some duds out your fro and slide on down to my pad
The vibe here is very pleasant and I truly your presence
A problem of great magnitude has and as we speak it grows
Damn, could it be I thought
A juice I bought and on down to her [Incomprehensible]
Seeing bros I slapping fives I arrived and pressed G-5
And there was Nikki lookin' some 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 fly kid who I love
Well our love was often a verb and has brought a third
But do to our youth an economic state, we wish to
About this we don't great, but baby that's how it is
But the have dissed me, they ignore and dismiss me
The harass me outside the clinic
And me a murderer, now that's hate
So needless to say in a mental state of debate"

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

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

Hey pro-lifers should dig themselves 'cause life stop after birth
And for borne to the unprepared it might even just get worse
The situation change if they will find themselves in it
Supporters of the h-bomb and 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 their
Doctors to botch and watch as they 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 fight these fascists
So whatever you decide make that with pride
Sid will be and so will I
An insect I die

Rhythms and sounds, around
Confrontations across the
Your block, my block, dreadlocks what a
Land of the but not me
Not me, not me, not me, not me
Not me, not me, not me, not me