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 about Jamaica
always find a ride back home from the bar

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

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

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

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

Tired eyes, trampled under
Dazed and confused, blues
She got any eye contact tonight

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

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

We were kids in the now we're dogs in this war
We were wasps with new wings, now bugs in the jar
We were hot, and pure, now we're scratched 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 front row were posturing, we were all imagining
And man, we had massive nights
Some and some bloody fights back before those two kids died