Luyện nghe bài hát Wife

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

Yeah, here she
the dog-breath heat
With her spine
And her feet

Under a sun
a red and green umbrella
Call her name and beat the
Through the and the favelas

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

O, baby, here she
My righteous, ringless
She is the soul of an ailing
She is Latin pride

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

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

The cats are crying babies
Up and the alleys
The kids are howling like
With not enough in bellies

Here, she's tripping through the streets
Cats and kids stop to
The all band their guitars
They their guns into the air

She don't no gun
Her lips are up with kisses
She got all around her hips
She got them criss-crossing her

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

Yeah, she comes
In a of red and yellow
Up the steps to our
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!