Luyện nghe bài hát Bd 3

Adolescent and the ghost of Tupac
Still the 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 rain and skies
Wild hope in all the eyes
And no one's sure if this is home

We close early when the are slow
Hit the shell garage, road
Take a long drive up on the
Park up in a we know

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

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

I lie awake and I hear the
The sirens' and the car alarms
A call to and a call to arms
The bass subs of the boom-box
The first riffs on the guitars
Tinker on the edge of the park
roll home and the dogs they bark
I know the sounds the beat of my heart

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