Luyện nghe bài hát Rubberneck

(flight ...)
Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. please your seatbelts. we are nearing
Jamaica -- one of the "beguiling isles," born of torments. whu-nu-nu-nu's
Airlines is pleased to announce our new helper evening tour at the
Wide river. your pulse will thrive in the pervasive beat as you wile away the to
Calypso music with torches. yes, you in the third world, snap on a palm leaf and
Receive a complimentary warhol cut and free glass of tia maria. don't be
Alarmed if you feel a little during touchdown. it's merely the rastaman
Vibration!

Da, da-doo.
Da, doo.
Da, da-doo.
Doo.
Da, da-doo.
Da, doo.
Da, da-doo.
Doo.

(chorus)
Rubberneck,
Do you buy ganja.
Rubberneck,
Do you want to me home.
Rubberneck,
We're get your money.
Rubberneck,
We're cut you never go home.

Had of workin',
I need a rest, I need a of paradise.
Been for so long,
Ain't the sun and my skin's turnin' grey to white.
Heard a man on the talkin',
He and his old havin' warm caribbean nights.
So, I go to jamaica and all they me is ...

(chorus)

Oh, jamaica,
Sleepy little island in the middle of the deep sea.
They got the best in the world,
A place every red-blooded hippie be, yeah.
So, I go pack my bag a plane,
'cause the man's talkin' warm nights.
I go to jamaica ... to jamaica ... and all the natives go ...

Da, da-doo.
Da, doo.
Da, da-doo.
Doo.
Da, da-doo.
Da, doo.
Da, da-doo.
Doo.

(chorus)

Had jamaica,
I need a rest, I a piece of paradise.
No more red,
a knife 'bout to cut my throat, yeah, and all that jive, no.
So, I go my bag,
Make a plane for the before it's too late. ah, bye-bye.
To ...

(chorus)

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