Luyện nghe bài hát Bulletin Britain

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

And I was driving out of
Listening to the
And wanted to know
Why does the whole stand accused
And just as the answer was coming
I passed under I bridge
And the words got lost in a of static
We washed our hands, the bruise

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

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

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

And coming 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 we'd do it
Never see humanity as some work of art
We've gotta pick our and choose our pigments
That's bulletin Britain rallying its colour chart

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

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