Luyện nghe bài hát Basil

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

Basil sits there on the for subs
But not a part of the Bri-nylon
Ancient 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 I've a Gateshead girl

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

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

swarming
A cloud over Grainger
Over the church
Over the Black
And the shadowy

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

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

In the the fair
Will over the Moor
will lie and make out in the park
Basil on his old duffel and scarf
And goes out the dark