Luyện nghe bài hát Memories of Soweto

of,
of Soweto.

whoa,
From to Soweto,
A street in the ghetto.
from 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 mean there.
I mean the bread.
was all I had.
The people Amandla and the streets were red.
was a dream that we never had.
As I a back seat 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 this is Uhuru.

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

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

Mumma let me kill this 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 memories in of,
I exemplify.

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

What our in times of,
I exemplify.

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

our memories in times of,
I exemplify.

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