Luyện nghe bài hát Gillimon

Let me tell you 'bout a tale, my friends, the tale of an irie
That from this rasta port aboard this jammin' ship, I say
Aboard this ship
Jah mate was a mighty sailor man, the skipper brave and
Five passengers set sail 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 Minnow be lost (it's-a-nowhere)
The ship hit ground on the shore of this uncharted isle
With
Jah too
Jah millionaire-mon, and his
The movie
The
And Mary Ann, she jams here on Gillimon's (isle, isle, isle, isle, isle,
isle!)
Oh, Gillimon is a 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
is the tale of our castaways, they're here for a long 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, do their very best
To the others high as kites in this tropic island nest, I say
They smoke jah best (only jah best!)
No bongs, no bowls, no waterpipes, not a single
a-rolling the spliff in the palm leaves, it's as primitive as can be, you
say
As as can be (so primitive!)
So us here each week, my friends, you're sure to get real high
From seven jammin' rasta-mons on Gillimon's Isle
Isle
Gillimon's
Isle
Gillimon's
Seven...
(Russell Ives; 1994 Naked Productions)