Luyện nghe bài hát Bd 3

Adolescent and the ghost of Tupac
Still the devil has all the best
Hip hop and an image to
hardware under the seat
On the "Bin Laden was here"
around and it disappears
Soft spring rain and wild
Wild hope in all the kids'
And no one's really if this is home

We early when the nights are slow
Hit the garage, Thornton road
Take a long up on the moors
Park up in a we know

Sat in the back seats getting
To forget at home
Mess with bleeping phone
down on the city below
Where no one's really sure if this is

Check the rear view mirror at the
To see who else is tonight
The mongrel dogs run the streets
And the families all with secrets to

I lie awake and I the sounds
The sirens' and the car alarms
A to prayer and a call to arms
The bass of the boom-box cars
The first riffs on the cheap
Tinker ponies on the edge of the
Drunks home and the dogs they bark
I know the sounds the beat of my heart

And it's not where you're from or where you've
not a matter of blood or family tree
Everybody believes they want to believe
But they from some kind of refugee
Running from something, out of somewhere
All for somewhere, exiled from something
And no one's really if this is home