Luyện nghe bài hát Wife

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

Yeah, she comes
Through the heat
her concertina spine
And her feet

Under a sun
Under a red and umbrella
Call her and beat 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 soul of an continent
She is Latin America's

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

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

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

Here, she's gaily tripping the streets
Cats and stop to stare
The kids all band their
They shoot guns into 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
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!
A-a-a-ah she comes!