Luyện nghe bài hát Joke About Jamaica

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

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

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

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

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

eyes, trampled under foot
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 up like some white unopened flowers
She's pretty sure that where their power is

then 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 and sedatives
I know it sounds repetitive, every show can't be a

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

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