Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

woahhh
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yea i was in stoke newington
stokey from o citys, where is over trees
old trees of
free when i was young, i use to dunk and weave
playing up in thistle park and in that london breeze
1993 i was a 3 year old many dreams
dreamed of playing skills for arsenel just like henry
sticker books remember wrestling 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 time i days
when i was bullied beat up bricked and and stamped away
clutching on the 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 like music to this boy
sometimes we go on and forget where we came from and we 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 know
july 94 we packed up and closed the door evan road was now just a imagined 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 fields now a distance memory
sitting on the 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 a fool again
the green emerald a thousands negative
growing constant noise outsider i never settled with
settling when you treated like a lump of s**t
saying you were
and entitled to what you did
but i did nothing, i told them that so many times
got in scuffles between the girls saying like 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 forget where we from and we dont know
sometimes we where we came from and we dont know yea we dont know
sitting back, staring through that haze on road of the beaten track
sitting back, staring that haze on that road of the beaten track
it was like im in a of a lion and were peacfully dieing
but i had no friends i ever rely on
yea i was back
watching through that haze of the road on the beaten track but that evil 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 years they me fu*k back
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 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 from and we dont
sometimes we go on forget where we came from and we dont know yea we dont know ye we dont