Luyện nghe bài hát Wife

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

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

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

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

O, baby, here she
My righteous, bride
She is the soul of an continent
She is Latin pride

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, here she
In a dress of red and
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!