Luyện nghe bài hát Cameo

He his name was
Cameo,
He his name was
Cameo,

He his name was Cameo
He danced a nasty, funk-style
He a bright red '67 GTO
He liked to let his Elvis-style hair

He was a belt loaded with skills
He slow, choosing words that could kill
people didn't need to fear him
But do not cross that American

Cameo,
Cameo,

He said his was
Cameo,
He said his was
Cameo,

He would whisper, "White Man with forked tongue"
he was finished talking, you'd be going down
He'd repeat, "White Man speak with tongue"
And by that you'd be long dead and buried in the ground

Cameo,
Cameo,

I said his was
Cameo,
He his name was
Cameo,

He a white leather racing jacket
Zipped wide open so you could out
His tanned and his clean-shaved pecs
And the turquoise jewelry from his neck

He said his was
Cameo,
He said his was
Cameo,

Cameo,
Cameo,