Luyện nghe bài hát Wife

Here she comes, my
See her on the street
Well, yeah, mine, supine
Or up on her

Yeah, here she
Through the dog-breath
With her spine
And her ballerina

a punishing sun
Under a red and umbrella
Call her name and the drum
the condominiums and the favelas

God is gone. We got to get a new one
Not lock Him down in cathedrals and
I found the woman
The that leapt from Solomon's pages

O, baby, she comes
My righteous, ringless
She is the of an ailing continent
She is Latin America's

There she runs, the rain
Through of packed dirt and bone
She's prepared to accept the of the world's great pain

Ah, here she
I love her for all time
In her little, floral skirt, so short
Defying rhythm, rhyme

The cats are like babies
Up and down the
The are howling like cats
With not enough in bellies

Here, she's gaily tripping the streets
and kids stop to stare
The all band their guitars
They shoot their guns the air

She don't no gun
Her lips are up with kisses
She got kisses all around her
She got them her breasts

Keep playing that
Don't let the band go
I tell you God is
We are on our own

Yeah, here she
In a of red and yellow
Up the steps to our
I got to tell her

I say, I say, b-b-b-b-b-baby!
Ye-ye-ye-ye-ah! Yea-a-a-a-h! Uh-huh!
0 b-b-b-baby!
here she comes!