Luyện nghe bài hát Exile on Princes Street

I saw a blue umbrella in princes street
Heading out west for the lothian
An news stuffed deep in the pocket
Little did I that he had a heavy load

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

And all we're left is the black, black oil
With a of pride and identity
The waters left behind we shouldn't
low in the books of history

I saw the wheel round georgian spires
They're gathering on in the skies
In the distance burns the of grangemouth
And the dream is

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

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

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

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

And all we're with is the black, black oil
With a strong sense of pride
Calling a name in the of unity
it meant to me you'll never know
You'll never

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

exile
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