Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

woahhh
woahhh
yea i was born in newington
stokey from o citys, concrete is over trees
old of cottingly
walking free when i was young, i use to and weave
playing up in thistle park and laughing in london breeze
1993 i was a 3 old with many dreams
dreamed of playing football for arsenel just like henry
sticker books remember wrestling reality and i was
i use to idolize if we 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 up bricked and kicked and stamped away
on the monkey bars hoping theyed all go away
loved them sounds
in the darken night helicopters fly above my head i never get a fright
loved them early days living in that constant noise bustle in my ear was music to this little boy
sometimes we go on and where we came from and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget where we came from and we dont
sometimes we forget where we from and we dont know yea we dont know
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 my birth place my first taste of how to live how to give
hackney downs playing fields now a memory
sitting on the boat crying was all that was meant to be
i was scared of starting school
would some be so 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 like a lump of s**t
saying you black
and to what you fuc*ing did
but i never did nothing, i told them so many times
got in between the girls saying shit like they were right
i hate that history i hate union jack
ill speak for any man or any flag
sometimes we go on and forget we came from and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget where we came from and we know
sometimes we forget where we 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 of the beaten track
it was im in a beast of a lion and were peacfully dieing
but i had no friends i could ever on
yea i was back
watching through that haze of the on the beaten track but keeping that evil entact
i put that beat to
found freedom found i can be my self
find my self my roots back
i never wanted to adapt or in take a action or an act for years they told me fu*k back
we go on and forget where we came from and we dont know
sometimes we go on where we came from and we dont know
sometimes we forget where we from and we dont know yea we dont know
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 go on forget where we came from and we dont know yea we know ye we dont know