Luyện nghe bài hát Wife

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

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

Under a sun
Under a red and umbrella
Call her name and beat the
Through the condominiums and the

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

O, baby, she comes
My righteous, ringless
She is the soul of an ailing
She is Latin pride

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

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

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

Here, she's gaily through the streets
and kids stop to stare
The kids all band guitars
shoot their guns into the air

She don't no gun
Her lips are up with kisses
She got kisses all her hips
She got them her breasts

Keep playing song
Don't let the go home
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 something to 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!