Luyện nghe bài hát Bag Full Of Silly

You al'right, it goin' man?
Yeah, fine, fine, fine, fine!

Gloomy Manchester, always
Full of chippy, max
Groovy Manchester, June the atom
O 1 6 1, England's

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

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

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

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

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

We all made out in and I've been to a few
What I need now is an view
'Cause I can see for myself that I see for myself
But oh, anyway,

Now I'd to go to Manchester
To my aint 500 M6
just close my eyes, close my eyes
Close my eyes, my eyes

Last night this 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 well anyway,