Luyện nghe bài hát Sly

If hair was a metaphor
for festival
then woman is a goddess
of that shrine, met her
- at a jam
in garden of sorts
I confess god bless
some impure
show us the
was the call of the
but no could have bought
even a piece of her pride, there
been a sea of people
I don't know,
all I see
was how woman she glowed so

-Aeh it's a to meet you
ya look one incredible creature
wanna treat you
lets dance and
get so funk-inflicted it's a
you're you're sublime
and you blow my mind

She so good
all the greeks go killa
break and enter ya like a glass of milk
spill ya
saw her coming a scene
what I is
she got that sex beam
but she like vanilla
well alright she
we hit the floor
like the vroom on a V8 super
now if it makes a good
well it's just
with her's like dealing
in that style and so

-Aeh a pleasure to meet you
ya look like one creature
wanna you fine
lets dance and
get so it's a crime
divine you're sublime
and well you my mind