Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

woahhh
woahhh
yea i was born in stoke
stokey from o citys, concrete is over trees
old trees of
walking free i was young, i use to dunk and weave
playing up in thistle park and laughing in that london
1993 i was a 3 old with many dreams
dreamed of playing football skills for arsenel just henry
sticker books wrestling 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 for the first time i remember days
when i was bullied beat up bricked and kicked and away
clutching on the monkey bars hoping all go away
loved them sounds
sirens in the night 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
we go on forget where we came from 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 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 playing 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 like a again
the emerald a thousands welcomes negative
growing without constant outsider i never 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 them that so many times
got in scuffles between the girls saying shit like they were
i hate that history i hate that jack
ill never 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 and we dont know
sometimes we forget where we came from and we dont know yea we dont
sitting back, staring through haze on that road of the beaten track
sitting back, staring through that haze on road of the beaten track
it was im in a beast of a lion and were peacfully dieing
but i had no friends i ever rely on
yea i was sitting
watching through that haze of the road on the track but keeping that evil entact
i put beat to track
found freedom found i can be my self
my self through my roots back
i never wanted to adapt or in fact take a action or an act for years they told me fu*k
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 came from and we dont 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 from and we know
sometimes we go on forget where we came from and we dont know yea we dont ye we dont know