Luyện nghe bài hát Street 66

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

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

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

Vibrating violence is our only
Rocking green rhythm
The drought and dry out

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

Hours beat, the scene moving right, when all on a
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, high, replied
"Yes, this is street 66, step right in and take licks"