Luyện nghe bài hát Two Sevens Clash

Wat a an bambaie
When the two clash
Wat a liiv an
When the two clash

My good old prophet Marcus prophesize, say
"St. Jago de la Vega and Kingston is read"
And I can see mine own eyes
It's only a scheme that divide

Wat a liiv an bambaie, it
the two sevens clash
Wat a an bambaie
When the two clash

Look up a cotton tree out by police station
How beautiful it to be
And it has destroyed by lightning,
Earthquake and thunder, I say,

Wat a an bambaie
When the two sevens - it dread
Wat a liiv an
the two sevens clash

I a ride sometimes
On Overland and Bronx
And sometimes I ride on bus X-82, say

Wat a an bambaie
When the two clash
Wat a an bambaie
When the two clash

Garvey was inside of Spanish Town district Prison
And they were about to take him out
He and said
"As I passed through this gate"

"No other prisoner enter and get through"
And so it is now
The gate has locked, so what?

Wat a liiv an
When the two clash, it dread
Wat a an bambaie
When the two clash, it bitter, bitter, bitter

Wat a liiv an
When the two clash, a man a go feel it
Wat a liiv an
the two sevens clash, you better do right