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
always find a ride back home from the bar

She used to feel so stupid they'd talk about the music
Born into every single
They used to hum against her with their hands on her hips
They used to 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 laugh, then they eyes then the touch 'em on the arm's
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 boys sweet and musical
The laser 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 were all

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

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

Back it was unified, the punks, the skins, the greaser guys
Then one summer, two kids died and one of them was
Now it's so competitive, the sleeplessness and
I it sounds repetitive, every show can't be a benefit

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

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