Luyện nghe bài hát Basil

My job pays six and six down
A boy at the Chronicle
Five cigarettes and two silver half
Meeting Vince at Mark in town
Boy, do we get

Basil sits there on the table for
But not a part of the Bri-nylon
blue sweater, too old for the job
Bored out of his
With the and Bobs

I'm a and a lad
And I'm up for the
And I've kissed a Gateshead

He for a copy boy, grumpy as hell
have to eat as well
What he wouldn't give just to walk out
To have time to think time
And young love thrown

I'm a and a lad
And I'm up for the
And kissed a Gateshead girl

Starlings
A cloud Grainger Street
Over the church
Over the Black
And the Keep

He peers through his rims
At the and chip words
supposed to dish up and forget
His now has become slightly blurred
By one of his Players untipped

all joy
Put the in sacks
And bury me here the hacks

In the the fair
Will over the Moor
Lovers will lie and out in the park
Basil on his old duffel and scarf
And out into the dark