Luyện nghe bài hát Basil

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

Basil sits on the table for subs
But not a part of the club
Ancient sweater, too old for the job
out of his mind
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, grumpy as
Poets have to eat as
What he wouldn't just to walk out today
To time to think about time
And young love thrown

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

Starlings
A over Grainger Street
the black church
Over the Gate
And the shadowy

He peers through his wire
At the fish and chip
supposed to dish up and forget
His drudgery now has become blurred
By one of his untipped cigarettes

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

In the the fair
Will stretch the Moor
Lovers will lie and make out in the
puts on his old duffel and scarf
And out into the dark