Luyện nghe bài hát Devil Went To Jamaica

The went to Jamaica
He was looking to sell some
He was doin'
were standin' in line
It was excellent indeed
When he came across a man
Who was peddling pot
And the devil slid down the to the kid
And said boy let me you what
I guess you of figured
I'm a reefer head of
And after all this
I guess I'm a conniseur of sorts
Now your stuff smells
But this could tranquilize a
I'll bet a million in cash against your
Cause I mines better than yours
The boy said my names
And you ain't nothing yet
One hit of this grass will your a@@
You got a bet

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

The packed a bong
With a Acapulco Gold
And resin flew from his finger
As he fired up his
He that chamber all the way
And he a mighty hit
And as they passed it back and
It gave them both a fit
(coughing)
the bowl was finished Johnny said
Hey man, that was great
But fill your lungs with some of
And prepare to

Cannibis Sativa, Maryjane
The devils in the frying his brain
Zig-Zag filled the diggity-dank
Hold on tight it will hit you like a

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

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