Luyện nghe bài hát From Under The Covers

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

But I have a friend never up by ten
He's fast asleep with open wide
He's a lot of jobs but he's won a lot of friends
And he to me, he cannot tell the time

It's seven a.m. and we're coughing up the
Spitting out the of night before
And vomit and we'll choke just to climb their tatty rope
Well, city has its charm and its claw

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

eight a.m. and we're on the road again
Racing for a at the top
And says for go for the people in the know
But for the others all it is red for stop

It's and it's damp and they've dug him a grave
And the ten fifteen merchant's in bed
And scrawled upon the headboard for the wide world to see
Is 'Died In The Arms Of Big