Luyện nghe bài hát Joke About Jamaica

They used to it was so cute
she said, "Dyer Maker"
All the knew it was a joke about Jamaica
She'd always find a back home from the bar

She used to feel so when they'd talk about the music
Born every single tune
They used to hum against her lips their hands on her hips
They to kiss in the car

Dancing days, of the holy
Hotshot in the city in the of the prairie
Flirting the boys with all her charms

But first laugh, then they eyes then the touch 'em on the arm's
And the drinks, never seem to cost money
And night was a runway
extended into Sunday and sometimes Monday

Back then it was beautiful, the were sweet and musical
The laser lights looked mystical, messed up stuff felt
Girls didn't seem so difficult, boys didn't seem so
It was and white and wonderful, we were all invincible

eyes, trampled under foot
Dazed and confused, blues
She hasn't got any eye contact

The boys are getting younger and the bands are louder
And the new are coming up like some white unopened flowers
pretty sure that that's where their power is

Back then it was unified, the punks, the skins, the greaser
Then one summer, two kids and one of them was crucified
Now it's so competitive, the and sedatives
I it sounds repetitive, every show can't be a benefit

We were kids in the crowd now we're dogs in war
We were wasps new wings, now we're bugs in the jar
We hot, soft and pure, now we're scratched up in scars
We counting cards, now we eat in our cars
The boys in the band they know they'll never be

Back then they were quite convinced, firing and
The front row were posturing, we were all imagining
And man, we had massive nights
Some bashes and some bloody fights before those two kids died