Luyện nghe bài hát Bag Full Of Silly

You al'right, how's it goin'
Yeah, fine, fine, fine, fine!

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

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

Last night this girl in my bed, I was telling her what I
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 would do so much to hurt me
Parts of Manchester me feel dirty
Hacienda, on a gay
Dropping little fellas to me feel right

And I think about you now and
I'm talking towns to my friend

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

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

Now I'd like to go to
To my surprise 500 M6
just close my eyes, close my eyes
Close my eyes, my eyes

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