Luyện nghe bài hát 5.15 A.M.

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

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

Then beneath the
He to a giant car
A shroud of snow upon the
A ten jaguar

He thought the man was fast
Silent, and deep
Both and cold
A shot with bullet holes

The one bandit man
Came to fill his boots
up from Cockney land
E-type jags and flashy

Put your in
Pull the levers, 'em spin
Cash cows in all the
But he the new nightclubs

sixty-seven
Bandit men in heaven
La vita, sixty-nine
All new to people of the

Who knows who did
Somebody a call
They said, "His hands in the pot"
he'd been skimmin' hauls

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

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

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

Seams up or cracked
Black diamonds came won
toiled and hacked
For a pittance and lung

Crushed by tub or
and alone
How the an' old
Paid the price of

sixty-seven
My gone to Heaven
be happy there
Sunlight and sweet air, oh oh

gather 'round the glass
Tough hewers and
Child and putters
foals and half-marrows
Who pushed and pulled the
The hod and the Roley way men
5.15 A.M.