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
the dog-breath heat
With her concertina
And her ballerina

Under a 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 lock Him in cathedrals and cages
I found the eternal
The fire leapt from Solomon's pages

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

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

Ah, here she
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 are howling like cats
With not enough in their

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

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

playing that 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 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!