Luyện nghe bài hát Bd 3

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

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

Sat in the back getting stoned
To everything at home
Mess about with 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 else is tonight
The mongrel dogs run the streets
And the families all with to keep

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

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