Luyện nghe bài hát Air Conditioning (Revisited)

the same song heard
and over
and over and
and over and
gotta me why the hell they got a mars rover
when much of
still grow a
thing in
im
you dont solomon burke
or james did work
or the son of
ike turner
before he got wit tina
when times were
cats did six
at the appollo, holla
dyamite below 5 dollars
sax
dont be so
heard trumpets
cmon can you it
off over the
took the for granted
air stole the like a bandit

2

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

joe tex
in the of hip hop
get em out them
cars and faster women
take em to the
the poetry of
taking names wit it
sayinno to
it up too quick
dark livin on a
sick guitar
mutated, faded, now im fela
hate i cant find it without
cross crossed over
in the chaos
cant want cause it costs some dollars
and the air snatched the and we abandoned
i think planned it

3

please, please,
soul dont grow on
why a blues
very few blacks
white
from the to the back row
we know what we from the radio
jazz show a rap show
can still be no black
hot or not on the video
james
in
still few of us
dont even know flash
from another ass
bet some
soul is dissapearin
sorry
they hardly bob marley
get that soul back on
up
dont make them lyrics lighten up
if the yall feelin, lemme hear you say yeah
you feel it in the air