Luyện nghe bài hát 5.15 A.M.

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

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

Then the bridge
He comes to a car
A shroud of snow upon the
A mark ten

He the man was fast asleep
Silent, still and
dead and cold
A through with bullet holes

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

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

sixty-seven
Bandit men in heaven
La dolce vita,
All new to of the Tyne

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

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

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

An' the man
Came up the great road
Up to land
To mine the lode

blew up or cracked
Black diamonds hard won
toiled and hacked
For a pittance and lung

by tub or stone
Together and
How the an' old
Paid the of coal

sixty-seven
My angel's gone to
He'll be happy
Sunlight and sweet air, oh oh

They gather the glass
hewers and cutters
Child and putters
Little foals and
Who and pulled the barrows
The hod and the Roley way men
5.15 A.M.