Luyện nghe bài hát Air Conditioning (Revisited)

the same song heard
and over
and and over
and and over
tell me why the hell they got a mars rover
when of arizona
still cant a
in dirt
im
you dont solomon burke
or brown did work
or the son of
ike beats
before he got wit tina
times were leaner
cats did six
horne at the appollo,
dyamite below 5 dollars
sax
be so mean
heard trumpets
cmon can you it
off the atlantic
took the for granted
air stole the soul like a

2

motown
put the soul to
chess put the blues up in chest
sex

joe tex
in the of hip hop
get em out seats
fast cars and faster
take em to the
the of money
taking names wit it
to techno
beat it up too
chords livin on a
sick guitar
mutated, faded, now im fela
hate i cant find it radar
fader crossed over
caught in the
cant hear want it costs some dollars
and the air snatched the soul and we
i somebody planned it

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please, please,
soul grow on trees
why a show
few blacks show
white
from the front to the row
we know we know from the radio
show even a rap show
can still be no show
hot or not depends on the
james
in
still few of us
they dont even know
from another ass
bet cash
is dissapearin fast
dancehalls
they hardly bob marley
get soul back on tracks
up
dont always make lyrics lighten up
if the yall feelin, lemme hear you say yeah
dont you it in the air