Luyện nghe bài hát Devil Went To Jamaica

The went to Jamaica
He was looking to sell weed
He was doin'
were standin' in line
It was excellent weed
When he across a young man
Who was peddling pot
And the devil down the beach to the kid
And boy let me tell you what
I you kind of figured
I'm a reefer of course
And all this time
I that I'm a conniseur of sorts
Now stuff smells okay
But could tranquilize a horse
bet a million in cash against your stash
Cause I mines better than yours
The boy said my Johnny
And you ain't nothing yet
One hit of grass will kick your a@@
You got a bet

roll a ball of hash
And make sure the bomb
Cause the devils got the of stuff they smoked in Vietnam
You'll get a million smack-a-roo's in cash if you can
But if you the devil gets your dope

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

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

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

And they 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