Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

woahhh
woahhh
yea i was in stoke newington
stokey from o citys, where concrete is over
old trees of
walking when i was young, i use to dunk and weave
playing up in thistle park and laughing in that london
1993 i was a 3 old with many dreams
dreamed of playing football skills for arsenel just like
sticker books wrestling reality and i was fate
i use to if we could hit or breask up
i was in a making storey cakes and i fell in love for the first time i remember days
when i was bullied beat up bricked and kicked and stamped
clutching on the bars hoping theyed all go away
loved them city
in the darken night helicopters fly above my head i never get a fright
loved early days living in that constant noise bustle in my ear was like music to this little boy
sometimes we go on and forget we came from and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget where we came and we dont know
sometimes we forget where we came from and we dont know yea we dont
july 94 we packed up and closed the door evan road was now just a what we joined and saw
what we left behind my friends my cousins my birth place my first taste of how to how to give
hackney downs playing fields now a memory
sitting on the boat crying that was all was meant to be
i was of starting school again
would some be so rude again me up and treat me like a fool again
the emerald a thousands welcomes negative
growing without constant noise outsider i never settled
aside when you treated like a lump of s**t
saying you were
and entitled to what you did
but i never did nothing, i them that so many times
got in scuffles the girls saying shit like they were right
i that history i hate that union jack
ill speak for any man or any flag
sometimes we go on and forget where we came and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget where we came from and we dont
sometimes we forget where we came from and we dont know yea we know
sitting back, staring that haze on that road of the beaten track
sitting back, staring through that haze on that of the beaten track
it was like im in a beast of a and were peacfully dieing
but i had no friends i could ever on
yea i was sitting
watching through that of the road on the beaten track but keeping that evil entact
i put that beat to
found freedom that i can be my self
my self through my roots back
i never wanted to adapt or in take a action or an act for years they told me fu*k back
sometimes we go on and forget where we came and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget we came from and we dont know
sometimes we forget where we came from and we dont yea we dont know
we go on and forget where we came from and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget where we came and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget where we came from and we dont know yea we dont ye we dont know