Luyện nghe bài hát Air Conditioning (Revisited)

the same song over
over and
and over and
and over and
gotta tell me why the hell they got a rover
when of arizona
cant grow a
thing in
im
you dont know solomon
or brown did work
or the son of
ike beats
before he got meaner wit
when times leaner
cats did six
at the appollo, holla
dyamite shows below 5
sax
dont be so
were trumpets
cmon can you it
off the atlantic
took the soul for
air the soul like a bandit

2

motown
put the to rest
chess put the blues up in chest
sex

joe tex
in the of hip hop
get em out seats
fast cars and faster
em to the limit
the poetry of
taking names wit it
sayinno to
beat it up too
chords livin on a
sick guitar
mutated, faded, now im feelin
hate i find it without radar
cross crossed over
in the chaos
cant hear want cause it some dollars
and the air snatched the soul and we
i think somebody it

3

please, please,
soul dont on trees
why a show
few blacks show
white
from the to the back row
we what we know from the radio
jazz even a rap show
can still be no black
hot or not depends on the
brown
in
still few of us
they even know flash
another shakin ass
bet some
soul is dissapearin
dancehalls
they hardly bob marley
get that soul on tracks
up
dont always make them lighten up
if the soul yall feelin, hear you say yeah
dont you it in the air