Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Pon Rome

Black don't get weary,
Dem tek off the shackles an we,
But we under mental slavery,
Unno sing with the posse

pon Rome,
Fi Pope an him scissors an comb,
Black people go home
A Mount Zion a di righteous

1. is my question to Issa and the one Matalon
How unno get fi own so much black land
After dem slave, nutten inna hand
Check out Portmore, Braeton
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 fire fi di one Stewart
Who buy out di plane an all di
Thrue mi nuh Jamaica, love fi tan
Mi haffi bun fire fi the one Naree
know how downtown a fi di poor man
How dem claims it an sey a to dem it
No more hustling, dat mean no food hand
one help wi is the Almighty One
Jamaicans help mi song

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

3. So things politician have stolen
Still them return with the one Golding
Saying a brand new dem forming
But a part dem a part we with dem meeting
Out A politics poor get them beaten
Look who dem have a tun metropolitan
Fi tek yuh out a yuh hand
When yuh pon dem face a yuh own black man
out of the slum di poor people send mi
Fi look a gwaan and don't disagree
What is the benefit of
It benefit you but it fit me.

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