I want to go back to my home town *4 I want to hold my mam , I want to Hague my dad. I want to go back to my home town. * 4 I want to see my grand mam , I want to see my Grand dad. I want to go back to my home town. *4 I want to touch the soil, I want to pick the trees, I want to look the sky, I want to drink the wells. I want to go back to my home town. *4 I want to meet my friends, Praying in my mosque, Reading my Quraan, As loud As I can. I want to go back to my home town. *4 I want to go back to my home town, even for a visit , One day , One day
Once upon a time, along time ago, there were close friends, Mr Iron, Mr Class, and Mr pickle. Mr Iron was made of Iron, Mr Class was made of glass and Mr Pickle was made of pickles, they ware very poor people who couldn't work, and they lived in a small cottage beside ghoul's big castle.