Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

woahhh
ohhh
yea i was born in stoke
stokey from o citys, where concrete is over
old trees of
walking free when i was young, i use to dunk and
playing up in thistle and laughing in that london breeze
1993 i was a 3 year old with dreams
dreamed of football skills for arsenel just like henry
books remember wrestling reality and i was fate
i use to idolize if we could hit or up
i was in a nursery making storey cakes and i in love for the first time i remember days
when i was bullied beat up bricked and kicked and stamped
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 music to this little boy
sometimes we go on and forget where we came from and we dont
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
july 94 we packed up and closed the door evan road was now just a imagined what we and saw
what we left behind my my cousins my birth place my first taste of how to live how to give
hackney playing fields now a distance memory
sitting on the boat crying was all that was meant to be
i was scared of school again
would some be so rude again me up and treat me like a fool again
the green emerald a thousands negative
growing without constant noise outsider i never with
settling aside when you treated like a lump of
you were black
and entitled to what you did
but i did nothing, i told them that so many times
got in scuffles between the girls saying shit like they right
i hate history i hate that union jack
ill never for any man or any flag
sometimes we go on and forget where we from and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget where we came and we dont know
sometimes we where we came from and we dont know yea we dont know
back, staring through that haze on that road of the beaten track
sitting back, staring through that haze on that of the beaten track
it was like im in a beast of a and were peacfully dieing
but i had no friends i could rely on
yea i was sitting
through that haze of the road on the beaten track but keeping that evil entact
i put beat to track
freedom found that i can be my self
find my self 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
we go on forget where we came from and we dont know
sometimes we where we came from and we dont know yea we dont know
sometimes we go on and forget where we came from and we know
sometimes we go on forget we came from and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget where we came from and we know yea we dont know ye we dont know