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 of an old green Cortina
You're on way to the guillotine
Here the comes
The kind you hoped were
come to chop, to chopoff your head
Hundreds of bound, big men
Hacks The Sun. Military men
So many rich men weep in
On and on into Square
Here the rabble
The kind you hoped were
They've come to chop, to chop, chop, chop head
These once peaceful
The of revenge you'd wished not to see
Revenge is so sweet for those who don't anything sweet
Here the comes
The kind you were dead
They've to chop, to chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chopoff your head
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