Luyện nghe bài hát Backpaka Baba

Crime's the other of what's right
Baba lives on the wrong of the earth
On a plain flat he would've been white
by name aristocrat by birth

Selling on the beach by daily routine
Matches the irony of Western magazine
Papayabananacakecoconutjuice!
Baby with the pushes fruits and news

While man across the sea
To my under-developed diaper
White man across the sea
To my ass with tabloid paper

I'm a passionate man help me
my hunger quench my thirst
Can you see devoured
I'll do anything to empowered

Part of him feels like new kind of Noah
But all he can is some hectograms of Goa
Big Mother Ocean shut the stereo
He to listen not to see

On Arambol Beach his guitar soon sound
the last black man's crossed the sea
His earth flat his passport photo black
Backpacker never coming back