Luyện nghe bài hát BD7

Well the warm blew 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 gritstone wall, the of the prophets told
And we smiled to ourselves time we walked by
The junction up on All Saints
'It's a old scene'

It doesn't do much for business or the paper-crack West-End
The council took it down every now and
But it was up fresh and clean
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
a mean old scene'

BD7 and October evenings of endless
The storm drains bubbling and hissing
And the cats all running for shelter, fur and drenched
Twenty-nine on and nothing's changed
Though in the end they it down stone by stone
But we're still all the way to the edge
Of our beloved, unredeemable, town
'It's a old scene'