Luyện nghe bài hát Bulletin Britain

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

And I was out of town
Listening to the
And wanted to know
Why the whole country stand accused
And just as the was coming back
I under I railway bridge
And the got lost in a flood of static
We washed our hands, disguised the

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

We've been hanging on each news report shaking our heads and blanks
It's been slowly gaining interest in the memory banks
So that if we just close our 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
see humanity as some screwball work of art
We've gotta pick our shades and our pigments
That's bulletin Britain round its colour chart

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

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

We need our borders, our
We've got each on a population graph
the them and us with extremist hieroglyphics
And bulletin Britain rallying round its colour chart

anger its me I've been calling almost an hour
Left a on your machine
Yeah, well I you're out