Luyện nghe bài hát Joke About Jamaica

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back then it was unified, the punks, the skins, the greaser
one summer, two kids died 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 were wasps new wings, now we're bugs in the jar
We were hot, soft and pure, now we're up in scars
We were cards, now we eat in our cars
The boys in the they know they'll never be stars

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