Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

woahhh
woahhh
yea i was born in newington
stokey from o citys, where concrete is over
old of cottingly
free when i was young, i use to dunk and weave
playing up in thistle park and laughing in that breeze
i was a 3 year old with many dreams
dreamed of playing football skills for arsenel just henry
sticker books remember 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 fell in love for the first i remember days
when i was beat up bricked and kicked and stamped away
on the monkey bars hoping theyed all go away
loved them city
sirens in the darken helicopters fly above my head i never get a fright
loved them early days living in that constant noise in my ear was like music to this little boy
sometimes we go on and forget where we came from and we dont
sometimes we go on forget where we came from and we know
sometimes we forget where we came from and we know yea we dont know
july 94 we up and closed the door evan road was now just a imagined what we joined and saw
we left behind my friends my cousins my birth place my first taste of how to live how to give
hackney downs fields now a distance memory
sitting on the boat 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 constant noise outsider i never settled with
settling aside when you treated like a of s**t
saying you black
and to what you fuc*ing did
but i never did nothing, i told them that so many
got in scuffles between the girls shit like they were right
i hate that history i hate that jack
ill speak for any man or any flag
sometimes we go on and forget where we came from and we 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 through that haze on that road of the beaten
sitting back, staring through that on that road of the beaten track
it was like im in a beast of a lion and were dieing
but i had no friends i ever rely on
yea i was sitting
watching through that of the road on the beaten track but keeping that evil entact
i put that to track
found freedom found that i can be my
find my self through my roots
i never wanted to adapt or in fact take a action or an act for years they me fu*k back
sometimes we go on and forget where we came 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
sometimes we go on and forget we came from and we dont know
we go on forget where we came from and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget where we came from and we dont know yea we dont know ye we dont