Luyện nghe bài hát Bd 3

Adolescent and the ghost of Tupac
Still the devil has all the beats
Hip hop and an to keep
hardware under the seat
On the "Bin Laden was here"
around and it disappears
Soft spring and wild skies
Wild hope in all the eyes
And no one's really sure if is home

We close early 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 seats getting stoned
To forget everything at
Mess with bleeping phone
Gazing on the city below
Where no one's sure if this is home

the rear view mirror at the lights
To see who else is tonight
The dogs that run the streets
And the families all with secrets to

I lie awake and I the sounds
The sirens' 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
ponies on the edge of the park
Drunks roll home and the dogs they
I know the 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 come some kind of refugee
Running from something, out of somewhere
All for somewhere, exiled from something
And no one's really if this is home