Two Sevens Clash 歌词
| 歌曲 | Two Sevens Clash |
| 歌手 | Culture |
| 专辑 | Reggae Anthology: Natty Dread Taking Over |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Daley, Hill, Walker | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, say | |
| "St. Jago de la Vega and Kingston is gonna read" | |
| And I can see with mine own eyes | |
| It's only a housing scheme that divide | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie, it dread | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station | |
| How beautiful it used to be | |
| And it has been destroyed by lightning, | |
| Earthquake and thunder, I say, what? | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash - it dread | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| I take a ride sometimes | |
| On Penn Overland and Bronx | |
| And sometimes I ride on bus X-82, say what? | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| Marcus Garvey was inside of Spanish Town district Prison | |
| And when they were about to take him out | |
| He prophesied and said | |
| "As I have passed through this gate" | |
| "No other prisoner shall enter and get through" | |
| And so it is until now | |
| The gate has been locked, so what? | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash, it dread | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash, it bitter, bitter, bitter | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash, a man a go feel it | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash, you better do right |
| zuo ci : Daley, Hill, Walker | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, say | |
| " St. Jago de la Vega and Kingston is gonna read" | |
| And I can see with mine own eyes | |
| It' s only a housing scheme that divide | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie, it dread | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station | |
| How beautiful it used to be | |
| And it has been destroyed by lightning, | |
| Earthquake and thunder, I say, what? | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash it dread | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| I take a ride sometimes | |
| On Penn Overland and Bronx | |
| And sometimes I ride on bus X82, say what? | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| Marcus Garvey was inside of Spanish Town district Prison | |
| And when they were about to take him out | |
| He prophesied and said | |
| " As I have passed through this gate" | |
| " No other prisoner shall enter and get through" | |
| And so it is until now | |
| The gate has been locked, so what? | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash, it dread | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash, it bitter, bitter, bitter | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash, a man a go feel it | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash, you better do right |
| zuò cí : Daley, Hill, Walker | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, say | |
| " St. Jago de la Vega and Kingston is gonna read" | |
| And I can see with mine own eyes | |
| It' s only a housing scheme that divide | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie, it dread | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station | |
| How beautiful it used to be | |
| And it has been destroyed by lightning, | |
| Earthquake and thunder, I say, what? | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash it dread | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| I take a ride sometimes | |
| On Penn Overland and Bronx | |
| And sometimes I ride on bus X82, say what? | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash | |
| Marcus Garvey was inside of Spanish Town district Prison | |
| And when they were about to take him out | |
| He prophesied and said | |
| " As I have passed through this gate" | |
| " No other prisoner shall enter and get through" | |
| And so it is until now | |
| The gate has been locked, so what? | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash, it dread | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash, it bitter, bitter, bitter | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash, a man a go feel it | |
| Wat a liiv an bambaie | |
| When the two sevens clash, you better do right |
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