Luyện nghe bài hát Brunswick

(Thomas)
In the summer all the old men, they sit on front porches,
While the women comb their hair, their peas
And wonder what missed.
And the forlorn scan the streets
For dogs, with fading torches.
It's no amazing sight, it's that I miss.
I hear the trucks
as crunch their gears going through the lanes,
And curse all folk who get in their way
And the roaring starting up
At 7am of a weekday
How I cursed then, now I see things another way.
And if I see through a hallowed gaze,
Well is it such a
I ain't been to Brunswick for a long long time.
There was a kind you could get
the man who ran the milk bar,
And a one from the old bloke
Who lived across the road, and
The footpaths stank with the
Of Alsatians,
The air was with Tip Top Bread,
The morning load.
And if I see things a hallowed gaze,
is it such a crime?
When I ain't been to for a long long time.
And a cottage I think of,
Sometimes when I've drinking,
And in the of my glass,
I see a life missed,
Of summer and well trained dogs
And of time for thinking.
So just don't asking why the hell I'm always pissed.
But if I see things a hallowed gaze,
Well is it a crime?
When I been to Brunswick,
No I ain't to Brunswick,
I ain't been nowhere near it for a long time.