Luyện nghe bài hát BD7

Well the warm blew through the 60s
But it didn't blow much round
Disappointment in the jutting chin - 'we didn't want it all anyway'
White paint daubed on a gritstone wall, the words of the prophets
And we smiled to ourselves time we walked by
The up on All Saints 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 written up fresh and
Stick head above the parapet
going to arrange to put you down
Bad stories in the clubs at night, scrap metal in a town
'It's a old scene'

BD7 and October evenings of endless
The backed-up storm drains bubbling and
And the cats all for shelter, fur matted and drenched
Twenty-nine years on and changed
Though in the end they took it down stone by
But we're still laughing all the way to the
Of our beloved, unredeemable, town
'It's a mean old