Luyện nghe bài hát Bd 3

Adolescent dreams and the ghost of
the devil has all the best beats
Hip hop and an image to
hardware under the seat
On the wall "Bin was here"
Turn around and it
Soft spring rain and wild
Wild in all the kids' eyes
And no one's really sure if this is

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

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

Check the view 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 awake and I hear the
The wail and the car alarms
A call to prayer and a call to
The bass of the boom-box cars
The first riffs on the cheap
Tinker on the edge of the park
Drunks roll home and the dogs they
I know the sounds like the beat of my

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