Luyện nghe bài hát Street 66

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

No man would dance but leap and
That sharp through right
that sound, tumbling down
Making movement, enuff

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

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

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

Hours beat, the scene moving right, when all on a
Bam, bam, bam, a upon the door
"Who is that?", asked Weston, right
"Open up, it's the police, on, open up"

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