Luyện nghe bài hát At The Chime of a City Clock

A freeze, get on your knees
Pray for warmth and green
A drought, you're down and out
See your trousers don't

Saddle up, kick feet
Ride the of a London street
Travel to a local
Turn around and back again

And at the of the city clock
Put up your road block, on to your crown
For a in a tin can
Is wealth to the city man who leaves his armor

Stay indoors, beneath the
Talk neighbors only
The games you play, people say
either weird or lonely

A city star, shine too far
On of the way you are
And the beads around your
Make you sure to fit in place

And at the beat of the drum
See how your friends in twos or threes or more
For the sound of a busy place is fine for a pretty
Who knows a face is for

The city clown soon fall down
a face to hide in
And he will lose if he choose
The one he may in

boy, with smokes for sale
Went to ground a face so pale
And never heard about the
Showed his hand and out of range

In the of a city square
Find out the face that's fair, it by your side
When the light of the city
You fly to the city walls, take off your bride

But at the chime of a clock
Put up your road block, hang on to your
For a in a tin can
Is wealth to the city man who leaves his armor