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 helper evening tour at the
Wide river. your pulse will thrive in the pervasive as you wile away the night to
Calypso music played with torches. yes, you in the third world, snap on a leaf and
Receive a complimentary electrifying 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 to follow me home.
Rubberneck,
gonna' 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.
a man on the street talkin',
He and his old lady havin' caribbean nights.
So, I go to jamaica and all they me is ...

(chorus)

Oh, jamaica,
Sleepy little island in the of the deep blue sea.
They got the best in the world,
A every red-blooded hippie should be, yeah.
So, I go my bag make 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 knife to cut my throat, yeah, and all that jive, no.
So, I go my bag,
Make a for the states before it's too late. ah, bye-bye.
To ...

(chorus)

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