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 lonely in the sky
I lay in my catboat home
Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz horn
Sliding in a tape of bird on verve when suddenly my phone

"Hey butterfly", the voice
Slip on duds comb out your fro and slide on down to my pad
The vibe is very pleasant and I truly request 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 know slapping fives I and pressed G-5
And there was Nikki lookin' some of sad
With tears fallin' from her eyes she sat me
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 spontaneity has a third
But do to our youth an state, we wish to terminate
About this we don't feel great, but baby how it is
But the have dissed me, they ignore and dismiss me
The pro-lifers harass me outside the
And call me a murderer, now that's
So needless to say in a mental state of debate"

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

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

Hey pro-lifers should dig themselves 'cause life doesn't after birth
And for borne to the unprepared it might even just get worse
The situation change if they 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 overturned not the desire remain intact
young girls to risk their healths
Doctors to botch and watch as they kill

Now I don't want to sound
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 pride
Sid will be there and so I
An insect I die

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