Luyện nghe bài hát Exile on Princes Street

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I saw a blue in princes street garden
Heading out west for the road
An evening news stuck deep in the
Little did I know that fall
Carrying a heavy

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

I see myself forced in servant
Turning around at command
All I want to see is
What I could have
I did
Could been

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