Luyện nghe bài hát White Man In Hammersmith Palais

to six man
For the first time Jamaica
Dillinger and Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool

Ken Boothe for UK pop
With backing bands sound
If got anything to say
There's many black ears to listen

But it was Four all night
With encores from stage
Charging from the knives to the treble
But on stage, they ain't got no roots rebel
On stage, they ain't got no roots rock

Dress back jump back, this is a blue beat
Jones'in get you anywhere
Fooling your guns
The Army is waiting out there
And it weighs fifteen hundred

White youth, black
Better another solution
Why not phone up Hood
And ask him for some wealth

rockers in L.A.
They notice anyway
They're all too busy
For a good place under the

The new are not concerned
With there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha, you it's funny
Turning into money

All over people changing votes
Along their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in
They'd send a anyway

And the all night drug-prowling
Who looks so in the sun
And the man in the Palais
But you go for fun

I'm looking for fun
Oh, Mister, leave me alone
And I'm only for fun
for fun, ow