Luyện nghe bài hát Exile on Princes Street

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And all we're with is the black, black oil
With a strong of national pride
Calling a in the sake of unity
What it meant to me you'll know
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 have

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