Luyện nghe bài hát Charles Windsor

(McCarthy)
One, two, three,
Windsor, who's at the door?
At such an hour, who's at the
In the back of an old Cortina
You're on your way to the
Here the comes
The kind you hoped dead
They've come to chop, to chopoff your
Hundreds of bound, big men
Hacks from The Sun. men
So many rich men in despair
On and on Trafalgar Square
the rabble comes
The kind you hoped dead
come to chop, to chop, chop, chop your head
These peaceful streets
The scenes of revenge you'd not to see
Revenge is so sweet for those who don't know anything
Here the comes
The kind you hoped dead
They've come to chop, to chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chopoff your
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