Luyện nghe bài hát Basil

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

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

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

He calls for a copy boy, as hell
Poets have to eat as
What he give just to walk out today
To have time to about time
And young love away

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

Starlings
A over Grainger Street
Over the church
Over the Gate
And the Keep

He through his wire rims
At the fish and words
He's supposed to up and forget
His drudgery now has slightly blurred
By one of his Players untipped

all joy
Put the poems in
And bury me here with the

In the summer the
stretch over the Moor
Lovers lie and make out in the park
Basil on his old duffel and scarf
And goes out the dark