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 let my mind echo,
of Soweto.
And anywhere 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 sang and the streets were red.
was a dream that we never had.
As I took a seat on my mumma's back,
And I over the shoulder and I saw the hurt.
Mumma let me kill song for you,
After all these years 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 that we go,
I'm you know,
The of a street soul.

I stepped off a jet plane I'm in S.A again,
the faces of change and the feelings' the same.
And the lines on my hands are as free as land.
But it wasn't so,
Still me of home.

let me kill 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 in times 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.

our memories in times of,
I exemplify.

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

What our in times of,
I exemplify.

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