Luyện nghe bài hát It Bun Me

Respect is going on aspect
a man in a prison for all the a reason
Can't a man before you walk a mile inna him shoes
Shags man say so, watch

It bun me fi see mi brother in a jail
Bun me fi see the youth up behind the rail
It bun me, another black man in a
Bun me fi see the youth up behind the rail

Hurt me fi see mi brother in a jail
A 25 years to life and 50 million bill
Many time to escape and many times fail
And eat him bread that is stale and get him with gippo

Now the tracks are in tears, the boy face look
Man them beat him the baton, read him personal mail
Him could a graduate and graduate Yale
But him mama have rebut it 'cause she her son fail

It bun me fi see mi brother in a
Bun me fi see the youth stand up the rail
It bun me, black man in a jail
Bun me fi see the youth up behind the rail

Before you commit the crime, make you can do the time
No bother pair with no idiot them we drop dime
Bank have fi find in case you're off and bare the find
'Cause they will you in a prison away from mankind

Everyday you bark your face when you no gal fi grain
one big, dotty parlor catch up and you're behind

It bun me fi see mi little in a jail
Bun me fi see the stand up behind the rail
It bun me, black man in a jail
Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the

Jamaica a the land of and water
The wood might a but you have fi pay fi water
Every time light go down they use the wood fire
Resources use up the country, up and shout

man lick, yell help, we neither see or go
They hear beat, be and bib none of them no better
Right a now we a new brand prime minister
We want a little ghetto youth with some idea

It bun me fi see mi little brother in a
Bun me fi see the youth stand up the rail
It bun me, another man in a jail
Bun me fi see the youth stand up the rail

Youths and youths hitch up on the
Better you be a than to be a smuggler
If you is a smuggler, you go kill all danger
Better you sell stockist, cough up all gleaner

If you is a smuggler you a revolver
You either behind the bar or six foot

It bun me fi see mi little brother in a
Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the
It bun me, another man in a jail
Bun me fi see mi behind the rail

Bun me fi see mi brother in a jail
A 25 years to and 50 million dollar bill
Many trying to escape and many times fail, me
Eat him bread that is stale and get him with gippo

The tracks are in tears, the boy look pale
Them beat him with the baton, him personal mail
Him could a graduate Harvard, Yale
Him mama have rebut it she know her son fail

It bun me fi see mi brother in a jail
Bun me fi see the youth stand up the rail
It bun me, another man in a jail
Bun me fi see the youth stand up the rail

Jamaica a the land of wood and
Wood might a free but you have fi pay fi
time light go down they use the wood make fire
Resources use up the country, up and shout

Another man lick, help, we neither see or go
They hear beat, be and bib well of them no better
Right a now we a new brand prime minister
Want a little ghetto-youth with some bright

Want fi make the ghetto-people them start
Want fi make the ghetto-people them live better
Come take it from Shaggy deh round a lecture
Put your hand inna the air and read the Script, Chaka

'Cause it bun me fi see mi brethren in a
Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the
It bun me, another black man in a
Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the