Luyện nghe bài hát Basil

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

Basil 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 Gateshead

He for a copy boy, grumpy as hell
Poets to eat as well
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 Black
And the shadowy

He peers through his wire
At the fish and chip
He's supposed to dish up and
His now has become slightly blurred
By one of his Players untipped

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

In the summer the
Will stretch over the
Lovers will lie and out in the park
puts on his old duffel and scarf
And goes out the dark