Luyện nghe bài hát Bag Full Of Silly

You al'right, how's it man?
Yeah, fine, fine, fine, fine!

Gloomy Manchester, always
Full of chippy, max
Groovy Manchester, split the atom
O 1 6 1, Seattle

And I know I should have written it
The Southern Comfort, I've forgotten you

Last this girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said
When all I had was potential and a head-full of
With a bag full of silly through Piccadilly
And I anyway, anyway

Who knew worstly would do so to hurt me
Parts of Manchester make me feel
Hacienda, on a gay
Dropping little to make me feel right

And I think you now and then
When I'm talking towns to my

night this girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said
When all I had was potential and a head-full of
With a bag full of silly through Piccadilly
And I anyway, anyway

We all made out in places and I've to a few
What I now is an aerial view
'Cause I can see for that I can`t see for myself
But oh, anyway,

Now I'd to go to Manchester
To my surprise 500 M6
Then close my eyes, close my eyes
my eyes, close my eyes

Last night girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said
When all I had was potential and a of dreadful
With a bag full of silly walking Piccadilly
And I well anyway,