Luyện nghe bài hát Dreadluck Holiday

I was walkin' down the street,concentratin' on truckin' rightI heard a dark voice of me,And I looked 'round in a state of fright.
I saw four faces, one mad; a brother from the gutter.They looked me up and down a bit and to each other.
I say, I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it.I don't like cricket, oh no, I it.
Don't you walk my words. You got to show some respect.Don't you walk through my words, Cause you ain't heard me out yet.
Well, he down on my silver chain.He said: 'I'll give you one dollar'.I said: 'You've got to be jokin', man,It was a present from me mother'
He said: 'I like it, I want it, take it off your hands,And you'll be sorry you crossed me,You better understandThat you're alone (a long way from home).
And I say, I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it.I like Reggae, oh no, I love it.
Don't you cramp me style, Don't you queer me pitch.Don't you walk through my words, 'Cause you ain't me out yet.
I hurried back to the swimming pool,sinkin' Pina Colarda.I a dark voice beside me say'Would you like something harder ?'
She said: got it, you want it, my harvest is the best,And if you try it, You'll like it and whollow in a Dreadlock holiday.
And I say, don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her.Don't Jamaica, oh no, I love her, oh yea
Don't you walk through her words. You got to show some respect.Don't you walk through her words, 'Cause you ain't me out yet.
I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it (Dreadlock holiday)I like Reggae, oh no, I love it (Dreadlock holiday)I don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her (Dreadlock holiday)