Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

woahhh
woahhh
yea i was born in newington
stokey from o citys, where concrete is trees
old of cottingly
walking when i was young, i use to dunk and weave
up in thistle park and laughing in that london breeze
1993 i was a 3 old with many dreams
dreamed of playing football skills for arsenel like henry
sticker remember wrestling reality and i was fate
i use to idolize if we hit or breask up
i was in a nursery storey cakes and i fell 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 theyed all go
them city sounds
sirens in the darken night helicopters fly my head i never get a fright
loved them early days living in that constant noise bustle in my ear was like music to this boy
sometimes we go on and where we came from and we dont know
sometimes we go on forget where we came and we dont know
sometimes we forget we came from and we dont know yea we dont know
july 94 we packed up and closed the door road was now just a imagined what we joined and saw
what we left behind my friends my cousins my birth place my first of how to live how to give
downs playing fields now a distance memory
sitting on the boat crying was all that was meant to be
i was scared of starting school
would some be so rude again beat me up and me like a fool again
the green a thousands welcomes negative
growing constant noise outsider i never settled with
aside when you treated like a lump of s**t
saying you were
and entitled to what you did
but i never did nothing, i told that so many times
got in scuffles between the girls saying like they were right
i hate that history i hate that 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 forget where we came from and we dont know yea we know
sitting back, staring that haze on that road of the beaten track
sitting back, staring through that on that road of the beaten track
it was like im in a beast of a lion and were dieing
but i had no friends i could rely on
yea i was back
watching through that haze of the road on the track but keeping that evil entact
i put beat to track
found freedom found i can be my self
my self through my roots back
i never wanted to adapt or in fact take a or an act for years they told me fu*k back
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 know yea we dont know
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 go on forget where we came from and we dont know yea we dont ye we dont know