Luyện nghe bài hát China My China

In the haze of the morning, sits on eternity
And the opium farmers dreams to obscure fraternities
On the horizon the are closing

Down in the orchard the aunties and uncles play their
Like it they always have done
In the blue the vertical offices bear their names
Like it seems always have done
Clocks ticking slowly, the day up

poor girls are such fun
They know God gave them fingers for
To percussion over solos

China my China, I've wandered around and you're here
Which I guess you should be proud of your walls have
You have kept you at home for thousands of
But something I should tell you
All the young boys are dressing sailors

I remember a man who out from a window over the bay
There was hardly a raised
The coroner told me, this of thing happens every day
You see, from a Pagoda, the is so tidy