Luyện nghe bài hát Rootsie & Boompsie

You are my sunshine my sunshine

The dance has to ram, the dance hall has to ram
It has to ram in a style and
The has to jam, the nation has to jam
We gonna jam in a style and
Because is I, Papa Winnie, on the microphone
The people doesn't know where I really from
Me tall, me no short, me slim, me not fat
And I rap, me say

You are my sunshine my sunshine
You me happy, when skies are gray
You never know, Dear, how I love you
So please don't take my away

You are the woman, and I am the man
And everything we do, jah we do it real strong
We are just modeling up the dance hall, is a style and
Me and my girl, her name is
The talk of the town, is that we two babies, twins
One of them fat and one of slim
We call Rootsie, Rootsie,
Rootsie and Rootsie, Rootsie, Rootsie, and Boops

You are my sunshine my only
You make me happy, skies are gray
You never know, Dear, how I love you
So please take my sunshine away

Sufferation in the land, sufferation in the
all my nation, Lord I can't understand
Famine in the land, tribulation getting
They always have a plan to we Africans
Creating war in the
War in the
War in the
And in the South
If were a thing that money can buy
The rich man would live, and the man would die

You are my sunshine my sunshine
You make me happy, when skies are
You never know, Dear, how I love you
So please don't take my away

You are my sunshine my sunshine
You me happy, when skies are gray
You know, Dear, how much I love you
So please don't take my away

So don't take my sunshine away

So please don't take my sunshine

So don't take my sunshine away