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 about
She'd always find a ride back home the bar

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

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

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

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

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

The boys are younger and the bands are getting louder
And the new are coming 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
Then one summer, two kids died and one of 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 dogs in this war
We were wasps with new wings, now we're 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 they they'll never be stars

Back then they were quite convinced, 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