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 that 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 and the streets were red.
Liberation was a that we never had.
As I took a back seat on my back,
And I over the shoulder and I saw the hurt.
Mumma let me kill this for you,
all these years this is Uhuru.

whoa,
From to Soweto,
A soul in the ghetto.
Back from the 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 I'm in S.A once again,
With the of change and the feelings' the same.
And the lines on my hands are as free as land.
But it wasn't so,
reminds 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 in times of,
I exemplify.

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.

our memories in times of,
I exemplify.

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

What our memories in of,
I exemplify.

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