Luyện nghe bài hát BD7

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

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

BD7 and October evenings of 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 laughing all the way to the
Of our beloved, unredeemable, desperate
a mean old scene'