Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

woahhh
woahhh
yea i was born in newington
stokey from o citys, where concrete is trees
old trees of
free 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 year old many dreams
dreamed of playing football for arsenel just 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 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 monkey bars theyed all go away
loved them city
sirens in the darken night helicopters fly above my head i 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 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 know yea we dont
july 94 we packed up and closed the evan road was now just a imagined what we joined and saw
what we left behind my my cousins my birth place my first taste of how to live how to give
hackney playing fields now a distance memory
sitting on the boat that was all that was meant to be
i was scared of starting again
some be so rude again beat me up and treat me like a fool again
the emerald a thousands welcomes negative
growing without constant noise outsider i settled with
settling aside when you treated like a lump of
saying you were
and entitled to you fuc*ing did
but i never did nothing, i told that so many times
got in scuffles between the saying shit like they were right
i hate that i hate that union jack
ill never speak for any man or any
we go on and forget where we came from and we dont know
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
sitting back, staring through that haze on that of the beaten track
sitting back, staring through that haze on that road of the track
it was im in a beast of a lion and were peacfully dieing
but i had no i could ever 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
found found that i can be my self
find my self my roots back
i never wanted to adapt or in fact take a action or an act for years they told me 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
sometimes we forget we came from and we dont know yea we dont know
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 go on forget where we came and we dont know yea we dont know ye we dont know