Luyện nghe bài hát It Bun Me

Respect is going on tonight
Ward a man in a prison for all the a
Can't judge a man before you walk a mile him shoes
Shags man say so, this

It bun me fi see mi little brother in a
Bun me fi see the youth up behind the rail
It bun me, another man in a jail
Bun me fi see the stand up behind the rail

Hurt me fi see mi little in a jail
A 25 years to and 50 million dollar bill
Many time trying to escape and times fail
And eat him that is stale and get him lick with gippo

Now the are in tears, the boy face look pale
Man them beat him the baton, read him personal mail
Him could a graduate and graduate Yale
But him mama have rebut it she know her son fail

It bun me fi see mi brother in a
Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the
It bun me, another black man in a
Bun me fi see the youth stand up the rail

Before you commit the crime, make you can do the time
No bother pair no idiot 'cause them we drop dime
Bank book have fi find in case you're off and bare the
'Cause they will you in a prison away from mankind

Everyday you bark your face when you no gal fi grain
Inna one big, dotty parlor catch up and you're

It bun me fi see mi brethren in a jail
Bun me fi see the youth stand up the rail
It bun me, another black man in a
Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the

Jamaica a the land of wood and
The wood a free but you have fi pay fi water
Every time go down they use the wood make fire
use up the country, hand up and shout

Another man lick, help, we neither see or go
They beat, be and bib well none of them no better
Right a now we a new brand prime minister
We want a little ghetto with some bright idea

It bun me fi see mi little brother in a
Bun me fi see the youth up behind the rail
It bun me, another man in a jail
Bun me fi see the stand up behind the rail

Youths and hitch up on the corner
you be a hustler than to be a smuggler
If you is a smuggler, you 'bout go kill all
Better you sell some stockist, cough up all

If you is a you carry a revolver
You behind the bar or six foot under

It bun me fi see mi little brother in a
Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the
It bun me, black man in a jail
Bun me fi see mi brethren behind the

Bun me fi see mi brother in a jail
A 25 years to life and 50 million bill
Many time trying to escape and times fail, me
Eat him bread is stale and get him lick with gippo

The tracks are in tears, the boy face look
Them beat him with the baton, read him mail
Him could a graduate Harvard, Yale
Him mama have rebut it 'cause she her son fail

It bun me fi see mi little brother in a
Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the
It bun me, black man in a jail
Bun me fi see the youth stand up the rail

Jamaica a the land of and water
might a free but you have fi pay fi water
Every time light go down they use the wood fire
use up the country, hand up and shout

Another man lick, help, we neither see or go
They beat, be and bib well none of them no better
Right a now we want a new brand minister
Want a little ghetto-youth some bright idea

Want fi make the ghetto-people start prosper
Want fi make the ghetto-people them start live
Come take it from Shaggy deh mike a lecture
Put your hand the air and read the Holy Script, Chaka

'Cause it bun me fi see mi brethren in a
Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the
It bun me, black man in a jail
Bun me fi see the stand up behind the rail