Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

woahhh
ohhh
yea i was born in newington
stokey from o citys, where concrete is trees
old trees of
walking free when i was young, i use to dunk and
up in thistle park and laughing in that london breeze
1993 i was a 3 year old many dreams
dreamed of football 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 cakes and i fell in love for the first time i remember days
when i was bullied up bricked and kicked and stamped away
clutching on the monkey bars hoping all go away
loved them city
sirens in the darken night helicopters fly above my head i never get a
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 dont
sometimes we go on forget where we came from and we dont
sometimes we where we came from and we dont know yea we dont know
july 94 we packed up and closed the door evan road was now just a imagined 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 playing fields now a distance memory
on the boat crying that was all that was meant to be
i was scared of school again
would some be so rude again beat me up and treat me like a fool
the green a thousands welcomes negative
growing without noise outsider i never settled with
settling aside you treated like a lump of s**t
you were black
and to what you fuc*ing did
but i never did nothing, i told them so many times
got in scuffles between the girls saying like they were right
i that history i hate that union jack
ill never speak for any man or any
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 forget where we from and we dont know yea we dont know
sitting back, staring through that on that 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 could rely on
yea i was sitting
watching through haze of the road on the beaten track but keeping that evil entact
i put that to track
found freedom that i can be my self
find my self through my back
i never to adapt or in fact take a action or an act for years they told me fu*k back
sometimes we go on and forget where we from 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
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
sometimes we go on where we came from and we dont know yea we dont know ye we dont know