Luyện nghe bài hát Rubberneck

(flight ...)
Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. please fasten your seatbelts. we are
Jamaica -- one of the "beguiling isles," born of torments. whu-nu-nu-nu's
Airlines is pleased to announce our new rubberneck evening tour at the
Wide river. your pulse will thrive in the pervasive beat as you wile the night to
Calypso music played with torches. yes, you in the third world, on a palm leaf and
Receive a complimentary electrifying warhol cut and free glass of tia maria. be
Alarmed if you feel a little turbulence during touchdown. 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 gonna' get money.
Rubberneck,
We're cut you never go home.

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

(chorus)

Oh, jamaica,
Sleepy little island in the middle of the blue sea.
They got herb the in the world,
A place every hippie should be, yeah.
So, I go my bag make 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 a rest, I need 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 states it's too late. ah, bye-bye.
To ...

(chorus)

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