Luyện nghe bài hát Exile on Princes Street

I saw a blue umbrella in street garden
Heading out for the lothian road
An evening stuffed deep in the pocket
Little did I know that he had a heavy

I found I was walking dockyards
Where the only thing working was the foreign film
an impressive 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 waters left behind we forget
Laid low in the of history

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

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

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

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

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

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

I see myself in servant exile
Turning around at another's
All I want to see is
I could have been
I did
Could have

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