Luyện nghe bài hát Brunswick

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