Luyện nghe bài hát Hometown Grounds

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

He's out on the streets of your
Two shots rang out, leaving roses on the
Did you miss that were stories to tell?
Society punches but he never fell
boy's like dynamite, led astray

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

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