Luyện nghe bài hát Bd 3

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

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

Sat in the back seats getting
To everything at home
about with bleeping phone
Gazing down on the below
Where no really sure if this is home

Check the view mirror at the lights
To see who else is tonight
The dogs that run the streets
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 call to
The bass of the boom-box cars
The first riffs on the guitars
ponies on the edge of the park
Drunks roll home and the dogs they
I know the sounds the beat of my heart

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