Luyện nghe bài hát Bulletin Britain

Hello anger its me I've calling almost an hour
I left a on your machine
Yeah, I guess you're out
a black guy got killed today
Struck by and dead by one
We all red don't we
No matter what side of town from
We're

And I was driving out of
Listening to the
And somebody wanted to
Why does the whole stand accused
And as the answer was coming back
I passed I railway bridge
And the words got lost in a of static
We washed our hands, disguised the

And I should have we'd never do it
Never see humanity as screwball work of art
We've pick our shades and choose our pigments
That's Britain rallying round its colour chart

We've been hanging on each news report shaking our and loading blanks
It's been slowly gaining interest in the public memory
So that if we just our eyes then we may all be absolved
talk to us about blame, in fact don't talk at all; there problem solved

And I have known we'd never do it
Never see as some screwball work of art
We've gotta pick our shades and choose our
That's bulletin Britain round its colour chart

And they're to the door spilling names and what they've learned
And muttering her 'thank you's even as the deadbolt turned

I should have known never do it
see humanity as some screwball work of art
We've gotta pick our shades and our pigments
That's Britain rallying round its colour chart

We our borders, our specifics
We've got culture on a population graph
Branding the and us with extremist hieroglyphics
And that's bulletin Britain rallying round its chart

Hello anger its me I've been calling almost an
Left a message on machine
Yeah, well I guess out