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 walk a inna 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 black man in a
Bun me fi see the youth up behind the rail

Hurt me fi see mi brother in a jail
A 25 years to life and 50 dollar bill
Many time to escape and many 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 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 stand up behind the rail

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

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

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

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

Another man lick, yell help, we 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 youth with 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 man in a jail
Bun me fi see the stand up behind the rail

Youths and youths 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 stockist, cough up all gleaner

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

It bun me fi see mi little 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 mi brethren behind the

Bun me fi see mi brother in a jail
A 25 years to life and 50 dollar bill
time trying to escape and many times fail, me
Eat him that 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 have rebut it 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, another black man in a
Bun me fi see the stand up behind the rail

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

Another man lick, help, we neither see or go
They hear beat, be and bib well of them no better
Right a now we want a new brand minister
Want a little ghetto-youth with some idea

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

'Cause it bun me fi see mi 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 stand up behind the rail