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 and it's on with dressing gown
While this very rarely loses grip

But I a friend who's never up by ten
He's fast asleep with mouth open
He's lost a lot of jobs but he's won a lot of
And he says to me, he cannot tell the

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

And he'll blame his clock or say he's lost his socks
And they'll tell you that been bitten by a snake
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
Racing for a at the top
And says 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 wide world to see
Is In The Arms Of Big Ted'