Luyện nghe bài hát Charles Windsor

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