Luyện nghe bài hát Bd 3

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

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

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

Check the rear mirror at the lights
To see who else is about
The mongrel dogs that run the
And the families all with secrets to

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

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