Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

woahhh
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yea i was born in stoke
stokey from o citys, concrete is over trees
old trees of
free when i was young, i use to dunk and weave
playing up in thistle park and in that london breeze
i was a 3 year old with many dreams
dreamed of playing football for arsenel just like henry
sticker books remember wrestling and i was fate
i use to if we could hit or breask up
i was in a nursery making cakes and i fell in love for the first time i remember days
when i was bullied beat up bricked and and stamped away
clutching on the monkey bars theyed all go away
them city sounds
sirens in the darken night fly above my head i never get a fright
loved them early days living in constant noise bustle in my ear was like music to this little boy
sometimes we go on and forget where we from and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget where we came from and we dont
sometimes we forget where we came from and we dont know yea we dont
july 94 we packed up and closed the door evan road was now a imagined what we joined and saw
what we left behind my friends my cousins my birth place my taste of how to live how to give
hackney downs playing fields now a distance
sitting on the crying that was all that was meant to be
i was of starting 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 i never settled with
settling aside when you treated like a lump of
saying you were
and to what you fuc*ing did
but i did nothing, i told them that so many times
got in scuffles between the saying shit like they were right
i hate that history i hate that union
ill never for any man or any flag
sometimes we go on and forget we came from and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget we came from and we dont know
sometimes we forget where we came and we dont know yea we dont know
sitting back, staring through that haze on that of the beaten track
sitting back, staring through 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 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
found freedom 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 they told me fu*k back
sometimes we go on and forget we came from and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget we came from and we dont know
sometimes we forget where we came from and we dont know yea we know
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 go on forget where we came from and we dont know yea we dont ye we dont know