Luyện nghe bài hát Frankly, Mr Shankly

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position held
It my way, and it corrodes my soul
I want to leave, you not miss me
I to go down in musical history

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a wreck
I've got the twenty-first century down my neck
I move fast, you understand me
I want to go in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly

Fame, fame, fatal
It can play tricks on the brain
But I'd rather be famous than righteous or holy
Any day, any day, any day

But sometimes I'd feel more
Making Christmas cards the mentally ill
I to live and I want to love
I want to catch something I might be ashamed of

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position held
It pays my way and it corrodes my
Oh, I didn't realize you wrote poetry
I realize you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, you ask
You are a flatulent in the ass
I do not mean to be so
Still, I speak frankly, Mr. Shankly
Oh, give us your