Luyện nghe bài hát Street 66

The room was dark, dusk howling 6 o'clock
Charcoal light, the fine sight was black
The sound was music mellow steady
And man son just mystic red, green, red, green, your scene

No man dance but leap and shake
sharp through feeling right
Shape sound, tumbling down
Making movement, ruff

'Cos when the music met
I this thing, knew the shock, yeah, had to do and ride the rock
Outta rock shall come a greener rhythm
Even more dread than what the breeze of glory

violence is our only move
Rocking with green
The and dry root out

The mighty poet I roy was on the
Weston did a skank and each man laugh and irie
Dread I street 66, the sad man said, any policeman come
Will get some righteous, raasclot licks, yeah mon, whole heapa

Hours beat, the moving right, when all on a sudden
Bam, bam, bam, a upon the door
"Who is that?", asked Weston, feeling
"Open up, the police, come on, open up"

"What do you want?"
"Number 66, come on, up"
Weston, high, replied
"Yes, this is street 66, step right in and take licks"