Luyện nghe bài hát Air Conditioning (Revisited)

the same song heard
over and
and over and
and and over
gotta tell me why the hell got a mars rover
when of arizona
still grow a
in dirt
im
you dont know burke
or james did work
or the son of
ike turner
he got meaner wit tina
when times were
did six shows
horne at the appollo,
shows below 5 dollars
sax
dont be so
heard trumpets
cmon can you it
off the atlantic
took the for granted
air stole the like a bandit

2

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

joe tex
in the of hip hop
get em out seats
fast and faster women
take em to the
the of money
names down wit it
sayinno to
it up too quick
dark livin on a
sick lick
mutated, faded, now im fela
i cant find it without radar
cross fader over
in the chaos
cant hear want cause it costs some
and the air snatched the and we abandoned
i think planned it

3

please, please,
dont grow on trees
why a show
very few blacks
folks
from the front to the row
we know what we from the radio
jazz show even a rap
can still be no black
hot or not depends on the
james
in
still few of us
they dont even know
from another ass
bet some
soul is fast
dancehalls
they aint hardly bob
get that back on tracks
up
dont always them lyrics lighten up
if the soul feelin, lemme hear you say yeah
dont you it in the air