Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom

Babylon yuh turn wi loose
God knows, wi loose, now
Sing along, a song
An guh a like

Freedom, for some I am
Babylon, yuh di chain from mi han
Mi still under yuh system
God knows, freedom, for I am bawling
Oh I, Rastafarian calling
Beenie Man a a ting

From the day mi know myself, man a born of
yuh smart, dem sen yuh guh a Jamal
Teach yuh how fi spell gun and weapon
How fi spell politics and greet

Nowhere in the Bible, those words come from?
Dem restore wi name an class us as
When con is a short name for
I nuh know 'bout di I, I a Ethiopian

Christopher Columbus, 'bout him island
Discover what when him come the Indian
An a him tun roun an all enslave man
Mussolini an him friend, dem tief the gold and all di

Who steal wi name, check the queen deh a England?
A she the pope and introduce Vatican
Constantine, Julius and all Pope John
Now dem reach Paul I wonder if dem to expand

Queen Elizabeth, all she is a one
Well, mi naah guh too stress, me just a a explanation
This is the from the black man

Freedom, for I am bawling
Babylon, yuh pull di from mi han
Mi still under yuh system
God knows, freedom, for I am bawling
Oh I, Rastafarian calling
Beenie Man a a ting

I say man a true needle, the dragon and eagle
di Pope wheh a defender of evil
Long dem bwoi deh a pressure black people
Have wi like a slave, under and shackle

Now wi out inna muscle
Well, a long mi deh warn dem fi look to the east
Warning to the dragon and the mark of the
Mek dem a suh like dem caan tun discease

on the Selassie wheh a blow all di breeze
Weeping, wailing, nashing of
God judgment is certain man see it
Pope Constantine, inna him an all a grief
This is no Brief, my speech

Freedom, for I am bawling
Babylon, yuh pull di from mi han
Mi still yuh Babylon system
God knows, freedom, for I am bawling
Oh I, Rastafarian calling
Beenie Man a a ting

People, well, unnuh clean out yuh ears an to mi lyrics
Yuh nuh hear 'bout di Lieshah di head prophet
of Elijah, di man used to spread it
John di most man yet still wasn't a prophet

He not be God, dem haffi tun him inna baptist
This is the meaning of ma lyrics in these
come an try it
Well, him never reach far, prison di man face it

X try an a coppershot end it
All try and dem beat it an it
Marcus try a fi rice dem, sell it
Only we inna di music business can it
Follow Beenie Man and all it

Freedom, for I am bawling
Babylon, yuh di chain from mi han
Mi still under yuh Babylon
God knows, freedom, for some I am
Oh I, Rastafarian calling
Beenie Man a a ting