Luyện nghe bài hát Wife

Here she comes, my
See her down on the
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 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 eternal
The fire that leapt Solomon's pages

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

There she runs, through the
cities of packed dirt and bone
She's prepared to accept the burden of the world's pain

Ah, here she
I love her for all time
In her little, small floral skirt, so
Defying rhythm, defying

The cats are like babies
Up and down the
The kids are howling cats
With not enough in bellies

Here, she's gaily tripping the streets
Cats and kids stop to
The kids all band their
They shoot their guns the air

She carry no gun
Her lips are loaded up with
She got all around her hips
She got them criss-crossing her

Keep playing song
Don't let the go home
I tell you God is
We are on our own

Yeah, here she
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!
here she comes!