Luyện nghe bài hát It Bun Me

Respect is on tonight aspect
Ward a man in a for all the a reason
Can't judge a man before you a mile inna him shoes
man say so, watch this

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 up behind the rail

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

Now the tracks are in tears, the boy face pale
Man them beat him the baton, read him personal mail
Him could a graduate and graduate Yale
But him have rebut it 'cause 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, black man in a jail
Bun me fi see the stand up behind the rail

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

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

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

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

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

It bun me fi see mi little brother in a
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 the rail

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

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

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

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

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

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

a the land of wood and water
Wood a free but you have fi pay fi water
time light go down they use the wood make fire
Resources use up the country, up and shout

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

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

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