Luyện nghe bài hát Exile on Princes Street

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

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

And all we're left with is the black, oil
With a sense of and identity
The waters left behind we forget
low in the books of history

I saw the starlings wheel round georgian
They're gathering on patrol in the
In the distance burns the of grangemouth
And the is lost

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

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

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

I saw a blue umbrella in street garden
out west for the lothian road
An evening news deep in the pocket
Little did I know that he'd
Carrying a heavy

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

I see forced in servant exile
Turning around at another's
All I to see is identity
I could have been
I did
Could been

exile
Internal