Luyện nghe bài hát Thank You Jah

127 Selah,
except di lawd di house,
dey live in vain dat it, e
xcept di lawd di city,
di watchmen it, but in vain.
Thank yuh, its another day, selah, its just another day,
thank yuh jah mi wake up dis morning roll out di herbs before me start
tun round bus a pon mi dawlin tell har seh honey mi ah touch inna di steet,
in di street mi see poor bawlin nuff juvenile nuh even nyam from morning,
weh di black woman me aks him weh di system a do fi she?
No. big up di gyal dem weh fight it alone an ah raise two three pon dem own,
weh di man deh? no man dey home??,
have dem inna jail.
Big up di juvenile dem di street,
we a seh dem haffi make it an nah touch di chrome, dem no waan wi fi our own,
but Africa nah found nuf hole road??,

youth we go on and on Babylon waan wi gone, hungry from morning til night come,
dem waan wi fi our life so,
dem ah wonder if di youth dem a go stop, no, a if di ghetto a go drop, no,
dem a if wi catch inna di trap, no, a wonder if jah tun him back. no,

Thank yuh jah mi up dis morning,
got up an smile out mi see it stormin,
mi vision seh better coming every day dat mi a pree,
mi nuh see nuh job nah no education weh dem did promise,
none ah dem never way nothing,
its like ghetto lost to di system every day dat mi a pree,
no, big up di gyal dem weh it alone an ah raise two three pickney pon dem own,
weh di man deh? no man dey home, Babylon have dem inna jail.
Big up di juvenile dem di street,
we a seh dem haffi it an nah touch di chrome,
dem no waan wi fi claim our own, but Africa nah found nuf inna road,
ghetto we go on and on,
waan wi gone, hungry from morning til night come, dem waan wi fi live our life so,
dem ah if di youth dem a go stop,
no, a if di ghetto a go drop,
no, dem a wonder if wi inna di trap, no, a wonder if jah tun him back.no,

Thank yuh jah mi wake up dis morning roll out di herbs before me start yawning tun round bus a kiss pon mi dawlin har seh honey mi ah touch inna di steet,
in di street mi see poor people bawlin juvenile nuh even nyam from morning,
weh di black woman future me aks him weh di a do fi she?
No. big up di gyal dem weh fight it alone an ah two three pickney pon dem own, weh di man deh?
no man know dey home, have dem inna jail.
Big up di juvenile dem inna di street, we a seh dem haffi it an nah touch di chrome,
dem no wi fi claim our own, but Africa nah found nuf hole inna road,

Ghetto youth we go on and on Babylon waan wi gone, hungry from til night come,
dem wi fi live our life so, dem ah wonder if di youth dem a go stop,
no, a if di ghetto a go drop,
no, dem a wonder if wi catch di trap,
no, a if jah tun him back. no

Thank yuh jah mi up dis morning, got up an smile out when mi see it stormin,
mi vision seh days coming every day dat mi a pree,
mi nuh see nuh job nah no free weh dem did promise,
none ah dem never give way nothing, its likeghetto youths lost to di system day dat mi a pree,
big up di gyal dem weh fight it alone an ah two three pickney pon dem own,
weh di man no man know dey home, Babylon have dem inna jail