Luyện nghe bài hát Brunswick

(Thomas)
In the all the old men, they sit on their front porches,
While the women comb their hair, shell peas
And wonder what missed.
And the forlorn scan the streets
For wayward dogs, with torches.
It's no amazing sight, it's that I miss.
I hear the trucks
as they their gears going through the lanes,
And all folk who get stuck in their way
And the roaring starting up
At 7am of a morning
How I cursed them then, now I see things way.
And if I see through a hallowed gaze,
is it such a crime?
When I been to Brunswick for a long long time.
There was a word you could get
the man who ran the milk bar,
And a one from the old bloke
Who across the road, and though
The footpaths with the refuse
Of Alsatians,
The air was rife Tip Top Bread,
The baker's load.
And if I see through a hallowed gaze,
Well is it such a
When I ain't been to for a long long time.
And there's a cottage I of,
when I've been drinking,
And in the of my glass,
I see a life missed,
Of summer walks and well dogs
And plenty of 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 such a
When I been to Brunswick,
No I been to Brunswick,
I ain't been nowhere near it for a long time.