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

man,
I was there.
I mean there.
I mean the bread.
was all I had.
The people sang Amandla and the were red.
Liberation was a dream that we 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 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.

I off a jet plane I'm in S.A once again,
With the of change and the feelings' the same.
And the lines on my hands are as as this land.
But it wasn't 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.
from the West Indies,
When I'm in the city let my echo,
of Soweto.
And that we go,
I'm you know,
The walk of a soul.

What our memories in of,
I exemplify.

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

our memories in times of,
I exemplify.

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