Luyện nghe bài hát Joke About Jamaica

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

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

Dancing days, houses of the
in the city in the middle of the prairie
Flirting the boys with all her charms

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

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

Tired eyes, under foot
Dazed and confused, blues
She hasn't got any eye tonight

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

Back it was unified, the punks, the skins, the greaser guys
Then one summer, two kids died and one of was crucified
Now it's so competitive, the sleeplessness and
I know it repetitive, every show can't be a benefit

We were in the crowd now we're dogs in this war
We were wasps with new wings, now we're in the jar
We were hot, 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 be stars

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