Luyện nghe bài hát Memories of Soweto

of,
of Soweto.

whoa,
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.

man,
I was there.
I bred 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.
let me kill this song for you,
After all these this is Uhuru.

whoa,
From to Soweto,
A street 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 walk of a soul.

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

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

our memories in times of,
I exemplify.

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

What our memories in of,
I exemplify.

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