Luyện nghe bài hát 5.15 A.M.

5.15 A.M.
Snow layin' all
A cycles home
his night shift underground

Past the pub
school, workin' mens club
On the road the pit head
The churchyard with minin' dead

Then beneath the
He comes to a car
A shroud of upon the roof
A mark ten

He thought the man was asleep
Silent, still and
Both dead and
A shot through with holes

The one armed man
Came north to fill his
up from Cockney land
E-type jags and suits

Put money in
the levers, watch 'em spin
Cash in all the pubs
But he the new nightclubs

sixty-seven
Bandit men in birdcage
La dolce vita,
All new to people of the

Who knows who did
Somebody made a
They said, "His hands in the pot"
That been skimmin' hauls

He picks up the
They gaily gave
Drives his jag
Off to his big pay day

Oh, the man
Came north to fill his
up from Cockney land
E-type jags and flashy

An' the man
Came up the great north
Up to Geordie
To mine the mother

Seams blew up or
diamonds came hard won
Generations toiled and
For a pittance and black

Crushed by tub or
Together and
How the an' old
the price of coal

Eighteen
My angel's to Heaven
be happy there
Sunlight and clean air, oh oh

They gather 'round the
Tough hewers and
Child and putters
Little and half-marrows
Who pushed and the barrows
The hod and the Roley way men
5.15 A.M.