Luyện nghe bài hát Air Conditioning (Revisited)

the song heard over
over and
and and over
and over and
gotta tell me why the hell they got a mars
when much of
still cant a
in dirt
im
you dont know solomon
or brown did work
or the son of
ike turner
before he got wit tina
when were leaner
did six shows
horne at the appollo,
dyamite below 5 dollars
sax
dont be so
heard were
can you jump it
off the atlantic
took the soul for
air stole the soul like a

2

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

joe tex
in the of hip hop
get em out seats
fast cars and women
take em to the
the of money
taking names wit it
to techno
beat it up too
chords livin on a
sick lick
mutated, faded, now im feelin
hate i find it without radar
cross crossed over
caught in the
hear want cause it costs some dollars
and the air the soul and we abandoned
i somebody planned it

3

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