Luyện nghe bài hát Dragonfly's Intro

If the world is nearly
Then I'm the red-haired child
Of whom the prophets
Would bleed songs until the lyrics
But I've been with my unborn child
I him aborted songs to wrap his unformed limbs in

I'm Grace Jones in this sin thing with my out prowling this tee-dot club
Eyes on a Reebok thug, looking for soft boy parts to make my comfy
I crush their bones into melodies
As gifts for the brokenhearted girls stereos pump me

I'm a grown-ass woman little girl features
A Jewish cornbread macaroni pie like your Mom at green eyes
I fall to pieces, Klein faerie preacher

I'm at the hip hop head-bopping in the back
anything that'll burn
During intermission, I'm in the bathroom
up in a stall praying in earnest for Jeff Buckley's return
Thank heaven for you, heaven for you, thank heaven for you
I'm a studio rat, geared, Toronto kid, Hollywood brat
Bad gal, war child, bookworm, Leone activist cat
I'm a little gal
Who take no back chat
it's in the dark
I might be in the now
But a mother just moved out of Regent Park

But into my civil eyes, really
I'll sing you all some lies
And take you from your lives
And show you I'm civilized
Nearly, nearly,