Luyện nghe bài hát Rubberneck

(flight ...)
Good ladies and gentlemen. please fasten your seatbelts. we are nearing
-- one of the "beguiling isles," born of earth's torments. whu-nu-nu-nu's
Airlines is pleased to our new rubberneck helper evening tour at the
Wide river. your pulse will in the pervasive beat as you wile away the night to
music played with torches. yes, you in the third world, snap on a palm leaf and
Receive a complimentary electrifying warhol cut and glass of tia maria. don't be
Alarmed if you a little turbulence 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 a rest, I need a piece of paradise.
inside for so long,
Ain't seen the sun and my skin's turnin' to white.
a man on the street talkin',
He and his old lady warm caribbean nights.
So, I go to jamaica and all tell me is ...

(chorus)

Oh, jamaica,
Sleepy island in the middle of the deep blue sea.
got herb 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' caribbean nights.
Here I go to ... 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,
Will a 'bout to cut my throat, yeah, and all that jive, no.
So, I go my bag,
a plane for the states before it's too late. ah, bye-bye.
To ...

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