Luyện nghe bài hát Joke About Jamaica

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

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

days, houses of the holy
Hotshot in the city in the middle of the
with the boys with all her charms

But first they laugh, then they eyes then the touch 'em on the
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 boys sweet and musical
The laser lights mystical, messed up stuff felt magical
Girls didn't seem so difficult, boys didn't seem so
It was and white and wonderful, we were all invincible

Tired eyes, trampled foot
and confused, c-c-cocaine blues
She hasn't got any eye contact

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

Back it was unified, the punks, the skins, the greaser guys
one summer, two kids died and one of them was crucified
Now it's so competitive, the and sedatives
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 scratched up in
We counting cards, now we eat in our cars
The boys in the band they know they'll be stars

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