Luyện nghe bài hát Devil Went To Jamaica

The devil to Jamaica
He was looking to some weed
He was doin'
They were in line
It was excellent indeed
When he across a young man
Who was peddling pot
And the slid down the beach to the kid
And said boy let me you what
I you kind of figured
I'm a reefer head of
And all this time
I that I'm a conniseur of sorts
Now your stuff smells
But this could tranquilize a
I'll bet a in cash against your stash
I think mines better than yours
The boy said my Johnny
And you ain't smoked yet
One hit of this grass will kick a@@
You got a bet

roll a ball of hash
And make sure it's the
Cause the devils got the kind of stuff they smoked in
You'll get a million smack-a-roo's in cash if you can
But if you can't the devil gets dope

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

Sativa, Sweet Maryjane
The devils in the frying his brain
Zig-Zag with the diggity-dank
Hold on tight it will hit you a tank

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

And fired up doobies one by one
gonna stop until the bag is done
Green as a
as glue
do you get high, yes I do