Luyện nghe bài hát Gillimon

Let me tell you a tale, my friends, the tale of an irie trip
That from this rasta port aboard this jammin' ship, I say
Aboard this ship
Jah mate was a mighty man, the skipper brave and sure
Five passengers set sail that day for a irie tour, I say
A irie tour (so irie)
Jah weather started getting rough, the 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 isle
Gillimon
Jah too
Jah millionaire-mon, and his
The movie
The
And Ann, she jams here on Gillimon's 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
They'll have to make jah best of -- they smoke many dimes, I say
They smoke many (so many!)
The first and his skipper, too, must do their very best
To make the others high as kites in this tropic nest, I say
They only smoke jah (only jah best!)
No bongs, no bowls, no waterpipes, not a single
Just a-rolling the spliff in the palm leaves, as primitive as can be, you
say
As as can be (so primitive!)
So join us each week, my friends, you're sure to get real high
From seven rasta-mons here on Gillimon's Isle
Gillimon's
Gillimon's
Isle
Gillimon's
Seven...
(Russell Ives; 1994 Earth Productions)