Luyện nghe bài hát Exile on Princes Street

I saw a blue umbrella in princes garden
Heading out west for the lothian
An evening news deep in the pocket
Little did I know he had a heavy load

I found I was grierson's dockyards
Where the thing working was the foreign film crews
Making an documentary
For the news, for the
To the

And all we're with is the black, black oil
With a sense of and identity
The left behind we shouldn't forget
Laid low in the of history

I saw the starlings wheel round spires
They're gathering on in the skies
In the distance the flame of grangemouth
And the is lost

What it inspire
When we take, you know is no distance
How we're talked about in the affairs
our ride into the distance
To be it was or could have been
What I have said

And all we're left is the black, black oil
With a strong of national pride
we take some more steps to unity
Take it to me
away
(? )

And all we're with is the black, black oil
a strong sense of national pride
the (ministry? ) for identity
What it meant to me, it said
What we have had

I saw a umbrella in princes street garden
Heading out for the lothian road
An news stuck deep in the pocket
Little did I know that he'd
a heavy load

And all we're left with is the black, oil
With a strong of national pride
Calling a in the sake of unity
What it to me you'll never know
never know

I see myself in servant exile
Turning around at command
All I to see is identity
What I could have
I did
Could have

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