Luyện nghe bài hát Hometown Grounds

He's hanging on the corners of his
Always scraping coins right off the
Then he jumped the gun and the bait
deep into trouble, and now it's too late
That boy's dynamite, filled with hate

He's out on the streets of your
Two shots out, leaving roses on the ground
Did you that there were stories to tell?
Society threw punches but he never
That like dynamite, led astray

He¥s back on the streets for a round
Here to sweep youth culture into a new of mind
Don't you miss the on the curb?
That there was a social fabric to
That boy's like dynamite, to fate

Now standing proud in his hometown
And he's scraping gold, a new king is
His pockets are full, but he's full of
A stitch in time saves nine, but now too late
"Dynamite" never fade away