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 let my mind echo,
of Soweto.
And anywhere we go,
I'm you know,
The of a street soul.

man,
I was there.
I bred there.
I mean the bread.
was all I had.
The people sang Amandla and the were red.
Liberation was a that we never had.
As I a back seat on my mumma's back,
And I looked over the and I saw the hurt.
Mumma let me kill song for you,
After all these this is Uhuru.

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.

I off a jet plane I'm in S.A once again,
With the faces of change and the 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 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 memories in 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 walk of a soul.

What our memories in of,
I exemplify.

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

What our in times of,
I exemplify.

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