Luyện nghe bài hát Basil

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

Basil sits there on the table for
But not a part of the Bri-nylon
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 a Gateshead girl

He calls for a boy, grumpy as hell
Poets to eat as well
What he wouldn't give just to out today
To have 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 cloud over Grainger
Over the church
the Black Gate
And the Keep

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

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

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