Luyện nghe bài hát Memories of Soweto

of,
of Soweto.

whoa,
From to Soweto,
A street in the ghetto.
Back 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.

man,
I was there.
I mean there.
I without 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 on my mumma's back,
And I looked the shoulder and I saw the hurt.
Mumma let me this song for you,
After all these years is Uhuru.

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

I stepped off a jet plane I'm in S.A again,
With the faces of change and the the same.
And the lines on my are as free as this land.
But it always so,
Still me of home.

Mumma let me this song for you,
After all these years 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.
Back the West Indies,
When I'm in the city let my echo,
of Soweto.
And anywhere we go,
I'm you know,
The walk of a soul.

What our memories in of,
I exemplify.

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

What our memories in of,
I exemplify.

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