Luyện nghe bài hát Memories of Soweto

of,
of Soweto.

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

man,
I was there.
I bred there.
I without the bread.
was all I had.
The sang Amandla and the streets were red.
Liberation was a that we never had.
As I took a back seat on my back,
And I looked over the and I saw the hurt.
Mumma let me kill this for you,
After all these years is Uhuru.

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 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 hands are as as this land.
But it always so,
reminds me of home.

Mumma let me kill song for you,
After all 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 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 of a street soul.

What our in times of,
I exemplify.

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

What our in times of,
I exemplify.

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