Luyện nghe bài hát Bd 3

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

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

Sat in the back seats getting
To forget at home
Mess about with phone
down on the city below
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 wail and the car alarms
A call to prayer and a call to
The bass subs of the boom-box
The first on the cheap guitars
Tinker ponies on the edge of the
Drunks roll home and the they bark
I the sounds like the beat of my heart

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