Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Pon Rome

Black don't get weary,
Dem tek off the an face we,
But still we under slavery,
Unno sing the Startrail posse

pon Rome,
Fi Paul an him scissors an comb,
Black waan go home
A Mount a di righteous throne

1. This is my question to Issa and the one
How unno get fi own so black people land
dem slave, achieve nutten inna hand
Check out greater Portmore,
One room unno build a sell fi one
Dem dey house nuh worth a hundred gran
Thrue mi a out dem waa mi keep quiat
But mi a bun fi di one Butch Stewart
Who buy out di plane an all di
Thrue mi nuh Jamaica, love fi tan
Mi bun fire fi the one Naree Azan
Everybody how downtown a fi di poor man
How dem it an sey a to dem it belong
No more hustling, dat no food inna hand
one help wi is the Almighty One
help sing mi song

2. My Lord, don't jus listen,
Mi haffi bun fire fi P.J.
Him mek certain move an wi nuh too
How much black youth behind curtain
mi naw go trod inna Babylon order
Mi haffi bun fire fi one Seaga
Everyday a living get harder
Have more seller than buyer
Oh my Lord , a pressure

3. So many politician have stolen
Still them return with the one Golding
a brand new party dem forming
But a part dem a part we with dem meeting
Out A politics people get them beaten
Look who dem a tun metropolitan officer
Fi tek yuh out a yuh hand
When yuh look pon dem face a yuh own man
Well out of the di poor people send mi
Fi look what a and don't disagree
What is the benefit of
It you but it never fit me.

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