Luyện nghe bài hát Bd 3

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

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

Sat in the seats getting stoned
To everything at home
Mess about with bleeping
Gazing on the city below
Where no one's really if this is home

the rear view mirror at the lights
To see who else is tonight
The mongrel that run the streets
And the families all with to keep

I lie awake and I the sounds
The sirens' and the car alarms
A call to prayer and a call to
The bass of the boom-box cars
The riffs on the cheap guitars
ponies on the edge of the park
Drunks roll home and the 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
Everybody what they want to believe
But they come from some kind of
from something, turned out of somewhere
All looking for somewhere, from something
And no one's really if this is home