Luyện nghe bài hát Bd 3

Adolescent dreams and the of Tupac
Still the devil has all the beats
Hip hop and an to keep
Brother hardware under the
On the wall "Bin was here"
around and it disappears
Soft spring rain and wild
hope in all the kids' eyes
And no one's really sure if this is

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

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

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

I lie and I hear 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
ponies on the edge of the park
Drunks home and the dogs they bark
I the sounds like the beat of my heart

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