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 Jamaica
always find a ride back home from the bar

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

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

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

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

Tired eyes, trampled foot
Dazed and confused, c-c-cocaine
She got any eye contact tonight

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

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

We were kids in the crowd now dogs in this 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 counting cards, now we eat in our
The boys in the band they know they'll be stars

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