Luyện nghe bài hát Wife

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

Yeah, here she
Through the heat
her concertina spine
And her ballerina

Under a sun
Under a red and green
Call her and beat the drum
the condominiums and the favelas

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

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

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 her for all time
In her little, small floral skirt, so
Defying rhythm, defying

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

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

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

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

Yeah, here she
In a dress of red and
Up the to our home
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!