Luyện nghe bài hát Shabop Shalom

Our story on a Sunday afternoon
Just between Tree and Spanish Town
Where a young boy, not yet the cock of the
That he would soon become, was lying on the
And taking in the sweet and scent of Hibiscus
That lilted along the summer breeze

It was at precise moment that he saw her
Her walk was and delicate
With a thaumaturgical touch that only a daughter could have
Before their had even met
Her luminous lips had lured him in

Salvation with the promise of a Bris
Held at pinnacle and a of sages bunny hopping
And dancing to Yiddish Mento
Then eyes linked, an eon blinked
Amharic vows were upon their hearts
Just to think, this be with the frenectomy and a few words of love

My Shabop Shalom
you Shabop Shalom with me
Under the old tree?

My sweet lambs bread
My can act as an emollient
And never, ever say, "Get bent", no, no, no

Todamamatodamama, da, da, da, da

Todamamatodamama, da, da, da, da

All the that I'm sending
I'll keep sending them and on the time
make you mine
(Yes, I I will)

Your sweet supple are golden ghettos
Soft statues in
Two men instead of three

Whenever I'm in a mood
I see you in your Talmud
And so it makes me
You wanna know who, who wrote the of Job?
She to know
Who, who the Dead Sea Scrolls?

Well, I did, I did
Yes, yes, I did, I did
I did, I did, I did, I did

Can be a fun
I by Solomon's seal

Honey, when it to love
There's a in the deep end of my heart
me the Heebie-Jeebies
You see, I the land of wood and waters
Merely fodder for slaughter
And darling, I've watched you
To the immaculate for far too long

I'm to you, yes
Ahava Raba, Ahava for you
We're in Heaven, we're in Heaven, true
I'm ascending, I'm ascending with you