Luyện nghe bài hát Bulletin Britain

Hello anger its me I've been calling almost an
I left a message on machine
Yeah, I guess you're out
Heard a guy got killed today
by nine and dead by one
We all bleed red we
No matter what of town we're from
We're

And I was driving out of
to the radio
And wanted to know
Why does the country stand accused
And just as the answer was back
I passed under I bridge
And the words got in a flood of static
We our hands, disguised the bruise

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

We've been hanging on each news report shaking our heads and blanks
It's slowly gaining interest in the public memory banks
So that if we close our eyes then we may all be absolved
Don't 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 choose our
That's bulletin Britain round its colour chart

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

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

We need our borders, our
We've got each culture on a graph
Branding the them and us with extremist
And that's bulletin Britain round its colour chart

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