Luyện nghe bài hát BD7

Well the wind blew through the 60s
But it didn't blow much here
Disappointment hidden in the chin - 'we didn't want it all anyway'
White daubed on a gritstone wall, the words of the prophets told
And we to ourselves every time we walked by
The junction up on All Saints
'It's a mean old

It doesn't do much for business or the West-End dream
The council took it every now and again
But it was written up and clean
Stick head above the parapet
They're going to to put you down
Bad stories in the clubs at night, scrap in a rusting town
'It's a mean old

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