Luyện nghe bài hát Street 66

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

No man would dance but and shake
That sharp through feeling
that sound, tumbling down
Making movement, ruff

when the music met I-tops
I felt this thing, the shock, yeah, had to do and ride the rock
Outta this rock shall a greener rhythm
Even more dread what the breeze of glory bred

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

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

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

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