Luyện nghe bài hát It Bun Me

Respect is on tonight aspect
a man in a prison 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 in a jail
Bun me fi see the youth up behind the rail
It bun me, another black man in a
Bun me fi see the youth stand up the rail

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

Now the tracks are in tears, the boy look pale
Man them beat him with the baton, read him personal
Him could a graduate Harvard and graduate
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 stand up behind the rail
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 'cause them we drop dime
Bank book have fi find in you're off and bare the find
'Cause they will lock you in a prison away from

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

a the land of wood and water
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, up and shout

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

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

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

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

It bun me fi see mi brother 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 mi brethren the rail

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

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

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 up behind the rail

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

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

Want fi make the them start prosper
Want fi make the them start live better
Come take it from Shaggy deh round a lecture
Put your inna the air and read the Holy 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