Luyện nghe bài hát Shabop Shalom

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

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

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

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

My sweet Telavivian lambs
My heart can act as an
And you'll never, say, "Get bent", no, no, no

Todamamatodamama, da, da, da, da

Todamamatodamama, da, da, da, da

All the signals I'm sending
I'll keep sending and on the constanttillionth time
I'll you mine
(Yes, I I will)

sweet supple breasts are golden ghettos
Soft in stilettos
Two wise men of three

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

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 comes to
a fire in the deep end of my heart
Giving me the
You see, I know the land of wood and
Merely for loves slaughter
And darling, I've watched you
To the conception for far too long

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