Luyện nghe bài hát Dreadlock Holiday

I was walkin' down the
on truckin' right
I a dark voice beside of me
And I 'round in a state of fright

I saw faces, one mad, a brother
the gutter
They looked me up and a bit
And turned to each

I say, I don't cricket, oh no
I love it,
I don't cricket, oh no
I love it,

you walk through my words
You got to show some
you walk through my words
Like you ain't me out yet

Well, he down at my silver chain
He said, "I'll you one dollar"
I said, "You've got to be man
It was a present me mother"

He said, "I like it, I wan' it, take it off your hands
An' you'll be sorry, you'd me
better understand that you're a long
A way from home"

And I say, I like reggae, oh no
I it, hey
I don't like reggae, yeah
I love it, oh

Don't you me style
Don't stick me on bench
you walk through my words
Like you heard me out yet

I hurried back to the pool
Sinkin' Pina
I heard a dark voice beside me
"Would you something hotter?"

She said, "I've got it, you it
My harvest is the and if you try it
You'll it and wallow in the
holiday, dreadlock holiday

And I say, don't Jamaica, oh no
I love her, oh
Don't Jamaica, oh no
I her, yeah

you walk through my words
You got to some respect
Don't you walk through my
you ain't heard me out yet

I don't cricket, oh no
I love it, middle of day
I don't cricket, oh no
I love it, middle of day

I don't Jamaica, oh no
I love her, middle of day
I like cricket, oh no
I love it, of sunny day

I like reggae, oh no