Luyện nghe bài hát Dreadlock Holiday

I was walkin' the street
on truckin' right
I heard a voice beside of me
And I looked in a state of fright

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
Pina Colada
I heard a voice beside me saying
"Would you like 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 her, oh yeah
Don't Jamaica, oh no
I love her,

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

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

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

I like reggae, oh no