Luyện nghe bài hát At The Chime of a City Clock

A freeze, get on your knees
Pray for warmth and paper
A city drought, down and out
See your trousers don't

up, kick your feet
Ride the range of a London
to a local plane
Turn around and back again

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

Stay indoors, the floors
Talk neighbors only
The games you play, people say
You're weird or lonely

A star, won't shine too far
On of the way you are
And the beads around face
Make you sure to fit in place

And at the beat of the city
See how your come in twos or threes or more
For the sound of a busy place is for a pretty face
Who what a face is for

The city will soon fall down
Without a face to in
And he will lose if he won't
The one he may in

Sonny boy, with smokes for
to ground with a face so pale
And never heard the change
Showed his and fell out of range

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