Luyện nghe bài hát Bd 3

Adolescent dreams and the ghost of
Still the has all the best beats
Hip hop and an to keep
Brother under the seat
On the "Bin Laden was here"
Turn and it disappears
Soft spring rain and skies
Wild hope in all the eyes
And no one's really sure if is home

We close early when the nights are
Hit the garage, Thornton road
Take a long drive up on the
up in a place we know

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

Check the view mirror at the lights
To see who else is about
The mongrel that run the streets
And the families all secrets to keep

I lie awake and I the sounds
The wail and the car alarms
A to prayer and a call to arms
The bass subs of the cars
The first on the cheap guitars
Tinker on the edge of the park
roll home and the dogs they bark
I know the sounds like the beat of my

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