Luyện nghe bài hát Bd 3

Adolescent dreams and the of Tupac
Still the has all the best beats
Hip hop and an image to
Brother under the seat
On the "Bin Laden was here"
Turn and it disappears
Soft spring rain and wild
Wild hope in all the kids'
And no really sure if this is home

We close when the nights are slow
Hit the shell garage, Thornton
Take a long up on the moors
Park up in a place we

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

Check the rear view at the lights
To see who is about tonight
The mongrel dogs that run the
And the families all with to keep

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

And it's not you're from or where you've been
It's not a of blood or family tree
believes what they want to believe
But come from some kind of refugee
Running from something, turned out of
All looking for somewhere, from something
And no one's sure if this is home