Luyện nghe bài hát Where is Home?

After the funeral, breaking cola
We sit and reminisce the past
And in her voice, sadness
Her only son taken her

In every we are reminded
this is not home for us
In every headline we are
That is not home for us

The second generation
Our points of view not to
worlds and different rules
A of allegiance

Clinging to her and her scapular
And the memory of the way things
I don't see hope, I cannot
I burn with anger all the
We all read they did to the black boy

In every headline we are
That this is not for us

Where is it? is home?
is it? Where is home?

I'll walk modern tightrope
Of and belligerence
This and flag waving
Is getting me

I want to stamp on the face of every young
To break the fingers of every old
To cut off the of every ballerina
But I

So I sigh and I just sulk
And I pretend that there's nothing
The teeth of this tear me in half
And everyday I ask myself
Where, where,

is it? Where is home?
Where is it? is home?

In every headline we are
this is not home for us
In every headline we are
That this is not for us