Luyện nghe bài hát Basil

My Saturday job pays six and six
A boy at the Chronicle
cigarettes and two silver half crowns
Meeting at Mark Toney's in town
Boy, do we get

Basil sits on the table for subs
But not a part of the Bri-nylon
Ancient 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 calls for a boy, grumpy as hell
Poets to eat as well
What he give just to walk out today
To have time to think about
And young love thrown

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

swarming
A over Grainger Street
Over the black
Over the Gate
And the shadowy

He through his wire rims
At the and chip words
He's supposed to dish up and
His drudgery now has become slightly
By one of his untipped cigarettes

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

In the summer the
Will stretch the Moor
will lie and make out in the park
Basil puts on his old and scarf
And goes out into the