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
hardware under the seat
On the wall "Bin was here"
around and it disappears
Soft rain and wild skies
Wild in all the kids' eyes
And no really sure if this is home

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

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

Check the rear view mirror at the
To see who is about tonight
The dogs that run the streets
And the all with secrets to keep

I lie awake and I the sounds
The sirens' wail and the car
A call to and a call to arms
The bass subs of the cars
The first riffs on the cheap
ponies 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 from or where you've been
not a matter of blood or family tree
Everybody what they want to believe
But come from some kind of refugee
Running something, turned out of somewhere
All for somewhere, exiled from something
And no really sure if this is home