Luyện nghe bài hát Cell Number Seven

Six thirty in the morning, I'd got to sleep
I so tired didn't even count sheep
I up with six policemen standing by the bed
The voice of doom was ringing in my
Get up fella, and don't no fuss
Put your clothes on, you gotta with us.

To number seven
Cell seven
number seven
Cell number seven ain't Heaven.

Bill the con said, I think it
I've only been dreaming the last years
Wiggy said, I'm having so fun
Cell one has something for everyone
Meanwhile in Boston the kids were
Back in Montreal we were stewing.

In number seven
number seven
Cell number
Cell number a long way from Heaven.

boy was busy banging his cell
While the was trying to talk his way outta Hell
Well needs a change of seed and sand
The promoter's tearing out his screaming where's the band?

(Guitar Solo)

The were in the chicken shack eating bread and honey
The hotel manager was adding up the
Come on let us pay
We got a to do
We get away.

In number two was the singer of The Who
Pacing up and down like a in a zoo
Graham didn't even know what he'd done
To make them away his, Nikon
in Boston the kids were waiting
While back in we were just speculating.

In cell number
Cell number
number seven
Cell number seven ain't nothing Heaven.

The Birdman was sleeping in cage number
Waiting for the sound of a key
While Dougal the Dane against the wall
Frightened to sleep in case he fall
And meanwhile in Boston the never knew
That in cell numbers two, three, and were The Who.

Cell number
Me and Moonie were in cell number
He dribbled on my jacket in number seven
Oo hoo
like a goat
my coat.