Luyện nghe bài hát From Under The Covers

It's six a.m. and Big Ben
Is trying to get his down for a kip
But no sooner is it down and it's on with gown
this city very rarely loses grip

But I have a friend who's up by ten
fast asleep with mouth open wide
He's lost a lot of jobs but he's won a lot of
And he says to me, he cannot the time

seven a.m. and we're coughing up the phlegm
Spitting out the taste of before
And we'll vomit and we'll choke just to their tatty rope
Well, this city has its and its claw

And he'll blame his clock or he'll say lost his socks
And they'll tell you that he's been bitten by a
His are an art from the bottom of his heart
And he thinks of them whenever he

It's eight a.m. and we're on the again
for a placing at the top
And green for go for the people in the know
But for the others all it says is red for

It's cold and it's damp and they've dug him a
And the ten merchant's still in bed
And scrawled upon the headboard for the whole wide to see
Is 'Died In The Of Big Ted'