Luyện nghe bài hát Strange

You woken up on the
the red light's on
She I'm gonna put on something comfortable
You just take your Gucci off now
Hey people talk about yer preferences
An' you get it on
I know you like to look like a lady
'cos yer momma always said it was wrong
I'm yer mamma tonight

You bin for Strange
Up and here
You rode to the top
But it rolling back to you

You could be alone
So now you value
I you leaving a rockhouse last night
In search of lowlife

You a lick on Satan's ow!
Then your story stone
You take yer money off of yer
You got three for you at home
You to my

you bin looking for Strange
Up and down
You right to the top
But it keeps rolling to you

'cos you bin looking for
Up and down
You right to the top
But it keeps back to you

Yer always looking for
Yer looking for Strange
Yer looking for Strange
Yer looking for Strange
Yer looking for Strange
Yer always for Strange

You're a maceman or a gotta a vice-squad connection
Policeman's got a preference for selection
Some company director taste for correction
While yer is whipping on a judge
a paedophile priest in a house of detection
A politician dance for protection
A banker crossin' borders smugglin' and
yer daughter's on a with a drug

Looking for
Up and down
You rode to the top
But it rolling back to you

Yer for Strange
Up and down
You rode to the top
But it keeps rolling to you

Keeps on rollin' to you
Rollin' to you
Keeps on rollin' to you
on

To the top
To the top
To the top
To the top
To the top
To the top