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 dog-breath
With her spine
And her feet

a punishing sun
Under a red and green
Call her name and the drum
Through the and the favelas

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

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

she runs, through the rain
Through cities of packed dirt and
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, defying

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

Here, she's gaily tripping through the
Cats and kids stop to
The kids all their guitars
They shoot their 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 song
Don't let the band go
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 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!