Luyện nghe bài hát Memories of Soweto

of,
of Soweto.

whoa,
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.

man,
I was there.
I mean there.
I without the bread.
was all I had.
The people sang Amandla and the streets red.
Liberation was a dream we never had.
As I took a back on my mumma's back,
And I over the shoulder and I saw the hurt.
Mumma let me this song for you,
After all these this is Uhuru.

whoa,
From to Soweto,
A street 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 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 free as land.
But it always so,
reminds me of home.

Mumma let me kill this 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 street in the ghetto.
Back the West 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.

our memories in times of,
I exemplify.

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

What our in times of,
I exemplify.

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