Luyện nghe bài hát Shabop Shalom

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

It was at this moment that he saw her
Her walk was soft and
With a thaumaturgical touch that a Rabbis daughter could have
Before their eyes had met
Her lips had already lured him in

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

My Shalom baby
Won't you Shalom with me
the old banana tree?

My sweet lambs bread
My can act as an emollient
And you'll never, 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
I'll make you
(Yes, I I will)

Your supple breasts are golden ghettos
statues in stilettos
Two wise men of three

I'm in a foul mood
I gotta' see you in Talmud
And so it makes me
You know who, who wrote the Book 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 swear by seal

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

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