Luyện nghe bài hát Bd 3

Adolescent and the ghost of Tupac
Still the devil has all the beats
Hip hop and an to keep
Brother hardware the seat
On the "Bin Laden was here"
Turn around and it
spring rain and wild skies
Wild hope in all the kids'
And no one's really sure if this is

We close when the nights are slow
Hit the shell garage, road
Take a drive up on the moors
Park up in a we know

Sat in the back seats getting
To forget everything at
Mess about with bleeping
Gazing on the city below
Where no one's really sure if is home

Check the rear view at the lights
To see who is about tonight
The mongrel dogs run the streets
And the families all with secrets to

I lie awake and I hear the
The sirens' wail and the car
A call to and a call to arms
The bass subs of the cars
The riffs on the cheap guitars
ponies on the edge of the park
Drunks roll home and the they bark
I know the like the beat of my heart

And it's not where you're from or where been
It's not a matter of or family tree
Everybody believes what want to believe
But they come some kind of refugee
Running from something, out of somewhere
All for somewhere, exiled from something
And no one's sure if this is home