Luyện nghe bài hát BD7

Well the warm wind blew the 60s
But it didn't blow much round
Disappointment hidden in the jutting chin - 'we want it all anyway'
White paint daubed on a gritstone wall, the of the prophets told
And we smiled to ourselves every time we by
The junction up on All Road
a mean old scene'

It do much for business or the paper-crack West-End dream
The took it down every now and again
But it was up fresh and clean
Stick your head the parapet
They're to arrange to put you down
Bad stories in the clubs at night, scrap in a rusting town
'It's a old scene'

BD7 and October of endless rain
The backed-up storm drains and hissing
And the all running for shelter, fur matted and drenched
years on and nothing's changed
Though in the end took it down stone by stone
But we're laughing all the way to the edge
Of our beloved, unredeemable, town
'It's a mean old