Luyện nghe bài hát Air Conditioning (Revisited)

the same song heard
over and
and over and
and and over
gotta me why the hell they got a mars rover
when much of
still grow a
in dirt
im
you know solomon burke
or james 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 over the
took the for granted
air stole the soul like a

2

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

joe tex
in the of hip hop
get em out them
fast cars and faster
em to the limit
the poetry of
taking down wit it
sayinno to
beat it up too
dark livin on a
guitar lick
mutated, faded, now im fela
i cant find it without radar
cross fader crossed
in the chaos
cant hear want cause it some dollars
and the air snatched the soul and we
i think planned it

3

please, please,
soul grow on trees
why a show
few blacks show
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 depends on the
james
in
still few of us
they even know flash
from another ass
bet some
is dissapearin fast
dancehalls
aint hardly bob marley
get that 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