Luyện nghe bài hát Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ah, here she
I will love her for all
In her little, small skirt, so short
rhythm, defying rhyme

The are crying like babies
Up and the alleys
The are howling like cats
not enough in their bellies

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

She don't no gun
Her are loaded up with kisses
She got kisses all around her
She got criss-crossing her breasts

Keep playing that
let the band go home
I you God is gone
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!
here she comes!