Luyện nghe bài hát Shabop Shalom

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

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

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

My Shabop Shalom
Won't you Shabop Shalom me
Under the old 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 signals that I'm
keep sending them and on the constanttillionth time
I'll make you
(Yes, I I will)

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

Whenever I'm in a foul
I gotta' see you in Talmud
And so happy it me
You wanna know who, who wrote the Book of
She wants to
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 Solomon's

Honey, when it to love
a fire in the deep end of my heart
Giving me the
You see, I know the land of wood and
Merely fodder for slaughter
And darling, watched you cake-walk
To the conception for far too long

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