Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

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