Luyện nghe bài hát Air Conditioning (Revisited)

the same song heard
and over
and over and
and and over
gotta tell me why the hell they got a mars
when much of
cant grow a
thing in
im
you know solomon burke
or brown did work
or the son of
ike beats
before he got meaner wit
when times leaner
did six shows
horne at the appollo,
dyamite shows 5 dollars
sax
be so mean
heard were
cmon can you it
off the atlantic
took the for granted
air stole the soul a bandit

2

motown
put the to rest
put the blues up in that chest
sex

joe tex
in the of hip hop
get em out them
fast and faster women
take em to the
the poetry of
taking down wit it
sayinno to
beat it up too
chords livin on a
sick lick
mutated, faded, now im fela
hate i cant find it without
cross fader crossed
in the chaos
cant hear want cause it costs dollars
and the air the soul and we abandoned
i think planned it

3

please, please,
soul dont grow on
why a blues
very few blacks
white
from the front to the row
we know what we from the radio
jazz show even a rap
can still be no show
hot or not on the video
brown
in
few of us around
they dont even flash
from shakin ass
bet cash
is dissapearin fast
dancehalls
they aint hardly bob
get soul back on tracks
up
dont always make them lyrics up
if the soul yall feelin, lemme you say yeah
you feel it in the air