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
Brother hardware under the
On the wall "Bin was here"
Turn and it disappears
Soft spring rain and wild
hope in all the kids' eyes
And no really sure if this is home

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

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

Check the rear view mirror at the
To see who else is tonight
The mongrel dogs run the streets
And the families all with to keep

I lie and I hear the sounds
The wail and the car alarms
A to prayer and a call to arms
The subs of the boom-box cars
The first riffs on the cheap
Tinker ponies on the of the park
Drunks roll home and the they bark
I know the sounds the beat 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 they want to
But come from some kind of refugee
Running from something, turned out of
All looking for somewhere, from something
And no one's really sure if this is