Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

woahhh
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yea i was born in newington
stokey from o citys, where is over trees
old trees of
walking when i was young, i use to dunk and weave
playing up in thistle and laughing in that london breeze
1993 i was a 3 year old with dreams
dreamed of playing football skills for arsenel just like
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 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 theyed all go away
loved city sounds
sirens in the darken night 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 little boy
sometimes we go on and forget where we came from and we know
sometimes we go on where we came from and we dont know
sometimes we forget where we came 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
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
on the boat crying that was all that was meant to be
i was of starting school again
would some be so again beat me up and treat me like a fool again
the green emerald a welcomes negative
growing without constant noise outsider i never with
settling aside when you treated like a of s**t
saying you black
and entitled to what you did
but i never did nothing, i told that so many times
got in scuffles between the girls shit like they were right
i hate that history i hate union jack
ill never speak for any man or any
sometimes we go on and where we came from and we dont know
we go on forget where we came from and we dont know
sometimes we forget 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 beast of a lion and were peacfully
but i had no friends i ever rely 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 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 told me back
sometimes we go on and forget where we from and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget where we 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 where we came and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget where we came and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget where we came from and we dont yea we dont know ye we dont know