Luyện nghe bài hát Street 66

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

No man would dance but leap and
That through feeling right
Shape that sound, down
Making movement, ruff

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

Vibrating violence is our move
Rocking with rhythm
The and dry root out

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

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

"What do you want?"
"Number 66, on, open up"
Weston, feeling high,
"Yes, this is 66, step right in and take some licks"