Luyện nghe bài hát Memories of Soweto

of,
of Soweto.

whoa,
From to Soweto,
A soul in the ghetto.
Back the West Indies,
When I'm in the city let my echo,
of Soweto.
And that we go,
I'm you know,
The walk of a soul.

man,
I was there.
I bred there.
I mean the bread.
was all I had.
The people Amandla and the streets were red.
Liberation was a dream we never had.
As I took a back seat on my back,
And I over the shoulder and I saw the hurt.
let me kill this song for you,
After all these years is Uhuru.

whoa,
From to Soweto,
A street in the ghetto.
from the West Indies,
When I'm in the let my mind echo,
of Soweto.
And anywhere we go,
I'm you know,
The walk of a soul.

I stepped off a jet plane I'm in S.A again,
With the faces of and the feelings' the same.
And the lines on my are as free as this land.
But it wasn't so,
reminds me of home.

Mumma let me kill song for you,
After all these this is Uhuru.

whoa,
oh,
yeh.

of.

whoa,
oh,
yeh.

of Soweto.

whoa,
oh,
yeh.

of.

whoa,
oh,
yeh.

of Soweto.

What our in times of,
I exemplify.

From to Soweto,
A soul in the ghetto.
from the West Indies,
When I'm in the city let my echo,
of Soweto.
And anywhere we go,
I'm you know,
The of a street soul.

What our memories in of,
I exemplify.

Mumma let me this song for you,
all these years this is Uhuru.

What our in times of,
I exemplify.

Mumma let me this song for you,
After all years this is Uhuru.