Luyện nghe bài hát Charles Windsor

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