Luyện nghe bài hát Devil Went To Jamaica

The devil to Jamaica
He was looking to sell weed
He was doin'
They were in line
It was weed indeed
When he came across a man
Who was likewise pot
And the devil down the beach to the kid
And said boy let me you what
I guess you kind of
I'm a reefer of course
And after all this
I guess that I'm a conniseur of
Now your stuff okay
But could tranquilize a horse
bet a million in cash against your stash
Cause I think mines better yours
The boy said my Johnny
And you ain't smoked yet
One hit of grass will kick your a@@
You got a bet

Johnny roll a ball of
And make sure it's the
Cause the devils got the kind of they smoked in Vietnam
You'll get a million in cash if you can cope
But if you the devil gets your dope

The packed a bong
a little Acapulco Gold
And flew from his finger tips
As he up his bowl
He filled chamber all the way
And he took a hit
And as they passed it and forth
It gave them both a fit
(coughing)
When the bowl was Johnny said
Hey man, stuff was great
But fill your lungs some of this
And to vegetate

Sativa, Sweet Maryjane
The devils in the backyard frying his
Zig-Zag filled with the
Hold on it will hit you like a tank

The devil off
Because he knew he was stoned
And he if he could by an ounce
Of the stuff that Johnny
Johnny said, Devil just on back
If you ever wanna catch a
I told you once
You son of a
Mine's the there ever was

And fired up doobies one by one
Ain't stop until the bag is done
as a bullfrog
Sticky as
do you get high, yes I do