Luyện nghe bài hát Gillimon

Let me you 'bout a tale, my friends, the tale of an irie trip
That started from this rasta aboard this jammin' ship, I say
this jammin' ship
Jah mate was a mighty sailor man, the skipper brave and
passengers set sail that day for a really irie tour, I say
A really irie (so irie)
Jah weather started rough, the tiny ship it was a-tossed
If not for the of the jammin' crew, jah Minnow would be lost, I say
Jah would be lost (it's-a-nowhere)
The ship hit ground on the shore of this uncharted desert
With
Jah too
Jah millionaire-mon, and his
The star
The
And Mary Ann, she jams here on Isle (isle, isle, isle, isle, isle,
isle!)
Oh, is a rasta man
He smokes the ganja all day
And all too
Gillimon, you jammin' jammin', a jam jam jammin', a jam jam jam... say
I say, I say, I say, I say party is for you
This is the tale of our castaways, they're for a long long time
have to make jah best of things -- they smoke many dimes, I say
They smoke dimes (so many!)
The first and his skipper, too, must do their very best
To the others high as kites in this tropic island nest, I say
only smoke jah best (only jah best!)
No bongs, no bowls, no waterpipes, not a single
Just the spliff in the palm leaves, it's as primitive as can be, you
say
As as can be (so primitive!)
So join us here each week, my friends, you're sure to get high
seven jammin' rasta-mons here on Gillimon's Isle
Gillimon's
Gillimon's
Gillimon's
Isle
Seven...
(Russell 1994 Naked Earth Productions)