Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

Now, me and D, we had a jam, we used to kick it Jay
He was the fuckin' man in the U.S. of A.
He had a rack of black jackets and records to play
And my sucker Nelly Dee would sound it with Ray

Open the Garden up for Marvin and I'm on Gaye
God bless 'em where they rest and they may lay
And now

home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
Sweet Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You

Now, Jigga Jay had a hand and it was steady and
He was the type of dude to it to you straight as a perm
He was the greatest and he's sharin' everything he earned
And you can count on Jam Master, I was concerned

We all miss him but his mission is and done
Never 'bout D and Dicka DJ Run
And don't ask me 'bout Jay and have no fear
The only we should ask is why are we still here?
Because

Sweet home Alabama, the skies are so blue
Sweet Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You

Now, under pressure, Jam Master losin' control
He cut a in a second, everybody was sold
open to the words that I had to say
Always helpin', selfish, that was my man Jay

And we ain't lose him or choose him, it was God's
And since home is where the heart is homey, he's still
And now

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so
home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You