Luyện nghe bài hát 5.15 A.M.

5.15 A.M.
Snow layin' all
A collier cycles
From his night shift

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

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

He thought the man was asleep
Silent, still and
dead and cold
A shot through bullet holes

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

Put money in
Pull the levers, 'em spin
cows in all the pubs
But he preferred the new

Nineteen
Bandit men in birdcage
La vita, sixty-nine
All new to people of the

Who knows who did
made a call
They said, "His were in the pot"
That he'd been hauls

He up the swag
gaily gave away
Drives his jag
Off to his big pay day

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

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

Seams up or cracked
diamonds came hard won
Generations toiled and
For a pittance and lung

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

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

They gather 'round the
hewers and cutters
Child trappers and
Little and half-marrows
Who pushed and pulled the
The hod and the Roley way men
5.15 A.M.