Luyện nghe bài hát Basil

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

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

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

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

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

swarming
A cloud over Street
the black church
Over the Gate
And the shadowy

He peers through his rims
At the fish and chip
supposed to dish up and forget
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 the fair
Will over the Moor
Lovers will lie and make out in the
Basil puts on his old duffel and
And out into the dark