Luyện nghe bài hát Exile on Princes Street

I saw a blue umbrella in street garden
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
the only thing working was the foreign film crews
Making an documentary
For the news, for the
To the

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

I saw the wheel round georgian spires
gathering on patrol in the skies
In the burns the flame of grangemouth
And the is lost

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

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

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

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

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

I see myself forced in exile
Turning at another's command
All I want to see is
What I could been
I did
Could been

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