Luyện nghe bài hát Wife

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

Yeah, she comes
Through the dog-breath
With her spine
And her feet

Under a sun
a red and green umbrella
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 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

There she runs, through the
Through of packed dirt and bone
She's to accept 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 down the
The kids are howling cats
With not enough in bellies

Here, gaily tripping through the streets
Cats and kids stop to
The kids all band guitars
They shoot their guns the air

She carry no gun
Her lips are up with kisses
She got kisses all around her
She got criss-crossing her breasts

Keep playing that
Don't let the band go
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!