Luyện nghe bài hát Wife

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

Yeah, she comes
Through the dog-breath
With her concertina
And her ballerina

a punishing sun
Under a red and green
Call her name and beat the
Through the condominiums and the

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

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

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

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

The cats are crying babies
Up and down the
The kids are howling like
not enough in their bellies

Here, gaily tripping through the streets
Cats and kids to stare
The kids all band guitars
They shoot their guns the air

She carry no gun
Her lips are up with kisses
She got kisses all her hips
She got criss-crossing her breasts

Keep playing song
let the band go home
I tell you God is
We are on our own

Yeah, she comes
In a dress of red and
Up the to our home
I got something to 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!