Luyện nghe bài hát BD7

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

It doesn't do much for business or the West-End dream
The council took it down now and again
But it was written up fresh and
your head above 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 mean old

BD7 and October of endless rain
The backed-up storm drains bubbling and
And the cats all running for shelter, fur matted and
Twenty-nine years on and nothing's
Though in the end they it down stone by stone
But we're still all the way to the edge
Of our beloved, unredeemable, desperate
'It's a mean old