Luyện nghe bài hát Exile on Princes Street

I saw a blue umbrella in street garden
Heading out west for the road
An evening news stuffed deep in the
Little did I know that he had a load

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Internal
exile