Luyện nghe bài hát Joke About Jamaica

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

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

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

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

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

Tired eyes, under foot
and confused, c-c-cocaine blues
She got any eye contact tonight

The boys are younger and the bands are getting louder
And the new girls are up like some white 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 and one of them was crucified
Now it's so competitive, the sleeplessness and
I know it sounds repetitive, show can't be a benefit

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

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