Luyện nghe bài hát Street 66

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

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

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

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

The mighty I roy was on the wire
did a skank and each man laugh and feeling irie
Dread I street 66, the sad man said, any policeman 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 upon the door
"Who is that?", asked Weston, right
"Open up, it's the police, on, open up"

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