Luyện nghe bài hát Aguacatona (english)

Hold the pigeon, the trumpet
the fly
That if you have
In the Catherine Zeta Stylite
a bit dry
No one challenges her, she is all a
As a trophy in
As a to the top
Like a good homerun
Behind her is a fan club
And she shakes, and my Knock
Think of things
Pa 'que no
With its nalgaje
And her outfit
She is the
what castor
With its European Stylite
Watering to 'the in the lobby
I saw her, saw her as
And me in the disco
Guilla'o by
And I throw like a

"Look, alone?"
Is there a moon, you be my wolf? "
I have a and I'm in a limo!
Inside it like pine!
Do not be afraid, I am a fine!
I anything!
Indeed, I shot the split!
Are you scared the Chinese?
Do not get hysterical!
I like Chayanne in "Fiesta En America", then! "

"Oh, baby, hush!
rubbing! "

Diablo, this was foul ...
Moreover, by means of ...
I have tira'o with a launcher ...

(With a bit of blush, the touch!)
(And the kids them flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)
(With a bit of blush, the touch!)
(And the kids give flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)

Okay, I stay on Pega'o

But I more strings
Voy pa
Give me a of rum
Pa the son
That this stubborn that estilla
Any devil
For my mother to the brides
For married women, and to the
I'm a hundred miles without control
Now I will outshine the
the rather high self-esteem
Because the is long
And if it fine, goes palga

Mira, mira,
For, partner,
You go more violent than Sylvester
Low of action, my brother
no hurry ...
(But I a cheese!)
Look, Bobby, it
Look, you come in.
You you slow the
You see three of gum mint
Pa 'knock down the smell of
First, it that no corillo
That this alone, and if someone
Well, you of the scoundrel
You go from the back, this cargo
pa 'kicking up cemetery
Reunion, and slow, do not say
Your maw and swallows, which begin the saga

And I let go as if at
We our masses
In a fat bar
The muddy 'in sweat sauce
She curándome as any
the leather as cepeda
All a chimera, a diablita 'with bag
We were dancing all
Until I came out dark
I did the witch
As goldfish in bowl left me floating
Heating the broth, to the mambo
Wasting no time, as you
The candy is as low
Blow your breath smell
Well to Freddy Kenton
Well, when I'm going to
Pa 'ask the
He to escape
But I spreads
My shaving
does not make, pai

(With a bit of blush, the touch!)
(And the give them flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)
(With a bit of blush, the touch!)
(And the kids give flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)