Luyện nghe bài hát Forgive Them Father

Them say, "Money is the of all evil"
But a no
Some a kill people little like nothin'
Some say them a gangster but a gangster

Well now a gun shot lick and a it fly
Little youth the forty five and him say do or die
Now him muma she cry water run her eye
And she remember when him was bit and oh so shy

Forgive them Father they know not what they have done
To them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son
Like them no understand say a come
So the heathen them a run

Too much fuss and and that is not right
You no can't blow in a man but still that you want take life
Innocent die, bury a next guy
And him muma wool her belly and ask God
Well no ask me no question I you no lie
It's about time the start to realize
This a revelation an' it's a time
Put your a hand the air and pray to the most high

Forgive them 'cause they know not what they have done
To save them from destruction, gave his begotten Son
Like them no understand say a come
So watch the them a run
Cha

Youth man a beg and you fi put your gun
Me no want fi see another youth down
This is reality no play dumb,
Some a them a thing 'bout dollars having a sum
is the root of all evil if so me no want none
Wicked man a heathen fi them fire burn
Whole a them perish inna the wicked kingdom
This is one of, hmm jah jah son

Forgive them Father 'cause know not what they have done
To them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son
Like them no understand say a come
So the heathen them a run
Cha

Yo! Yo! Yo! Stop yo
Mislead the youth to shoot one another down
Muma what You're talkin' pure foolishness
Can't sit eat me Sunday ackee and salt fish
Can't use me tongue and lick out me pyrex
As me sit down and a wish me mouth get peckish
Have fi eat me dry and drink the water well quick

Forgive Father 'cause they know not what they have done
To save them from destruction, gave his only Son
Like no understand say revelation a come
So watch the heathen a run

Now a gun shot lick and a it fly
Little youth with the forty and him say do or die
Now him she cry water run from her eye
And she remember him was little bit and oh so shy
it

Youth man a beg and you fi put your gun
Me no want fi see another tumble down
This is reality no play dumb,
Some a them a thing 'bout dollars having a sum
Money is the root of all if so me no want none
man them a heathen fi them fire burn
Whole a them shall perish inna the wicked
is Shaggy one of, hmm jah jah son

Forgive them Father 'cause they not what they have done
To save them from destruction, his only begotten Son
Like them no understand say revelation a
So watch the heathen a run

Too much and fight
And that is not
You no can't blow breath in a man but that you want take life
youth die, bury a next guy
And him Muma her belly