Luyện nghe bài hát Wife

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

Yeah, she comes
the dog-breath heat
With her spine
And her ballerina

a punishing sun
Under a red and green
Call her and beat the drum
Through the condominiums and the

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

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

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

Ah, here she
I will love her for all
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 through the streets
Cats and stop to stare
The kids all band their
shoot their guns into the air

She don't no gun
Her lips are up with kisses
She got kisses all her hips
She got them criss-crossing her

playing that song
Don't let the band go
I you God is gone
We are on our own

Yeah, she comes
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!