Luyện nghe bài hát Gillimon

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