Luyện nghe bài hát Wife

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

Yeah, she comes
Through the heat
With her concertina
And her ballerina

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

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

O, baby, here she
My righteous, bride
She is the soul of an continent
She is America's 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, here she
I will her for all time
In her little, floral skirt, so short
rhythm, defying rhyme

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

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

She don't no gun
Her lips are up with kisses
She got all around her hips
She got them criss-crossing her

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!
A-a-a-ah she comes!