Luyện nghe bài hát Memories of Soweto

of,
of Soweto.

whoa,
From to Soweto,
A soul in the ghetto.
Back from the Indies,
I'm in the city let my mind echo,
of Soweto.
And anywhere we go,
I'm you know,
The walk of a soul.

man,
I was there.
I bred there.
I mean the bread.
was all I had.
The people sang Amandla and the streets red.
Liberation was a dream that we had.
As I took a back seat on my 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 soul in the ghetto.
from the West Indies,
When I'm in the let my mind echo,
of Soweto.
And that we go,
I'm you know,
The walk of a soul.

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

Mumma let me kill this 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 memories in 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.

What our in times of,
I exemplify.

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

What our memories in of,
I exemplify.

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