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 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 on my mumma's back,
And I over the shoulder and I saw the hurt.
let me kill this song for you,
After all years this is Uhuru.

whoa,
From to Soweto,
A soul in the ghetto.
Back the West Indies,
When I'm in the let my mind 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,
With the faces of and the feelings' the same.
And the lines on my hands are as free as land.
But it wasn't so,
reminds me of home.

Mumma let me 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.
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.

What our memories in of,
I exemplify.

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

our memories in times of,
I exemplify.

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