Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Argentina

Her is copper and her voice is Spanish red
Her vibe is golden till her anger it dead
She wants the world to see, a body rich in
A cruel as death

She rides a fantasy she hasn't yet
She looks in every mirror to check her
The heads, the honking horns
Gave proof to her, since she was
That love is her

She me, Miss Argentina
Though she behind her smile
She runs free, Argentina
Dripping blood with of style

She loves to stay in bed and watch the play
She wants a who will worship and obey
The moods that she enjoys like children's games and toys
She without shame

She likes the and the Rolling Stones
Her little brother has a T-shirt Ramones
She's shy and sensitive and know the tougher games
But boy can she

easy, Miss Argentina
A masterpiece a frame
She free, Miss Argentina
But is a dangerous game

She saves my with a humanistic light
She's greedy, and impossible to like
She dresses sexually and she's of many things
being alone

She's with mother now, she's over twenty-five
I tried to her, but she buried me alive
In and birth and jealousy
And emotion totally freed, screaming at once

But she loves me, Miss
While she hides behind her
She free, Miss Argentina
Dripping with lots of style

lovely, Miss Argentina
A masterpiece without a
She's easy, Argentina
But is a dangerous game