Luyện nghe bài hát At The Chime of a City Clock

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

Saddle up, your feet
Ride the of a London street
Travel to a plane
Turn and come 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 to the city man who leaves his armor down

Stay indoors, the floors
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 your face
Make you sure to fit back in

And at the of the city 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 what a is for

The city clown will fall down
a face to hide in
And he will if he won't choose
The one he may in

Sonny boy, with smokes for
to ground with a face so pale
And heard about the change
Showed his hand and out of range

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

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