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 dressing gown
this city very rarely loses grip

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

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

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

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

It's cold and it's and they've dug him a grave
And the ten fifteen still in bed
And scrawled upon the for the whole wide world to see
Is In The Arms Of Big Ted'