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 never up by ten
He's asleep with mouth open wide
He's a lot of jobs but he's won a lot of friends
And he says to me, he cannot tell the

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

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

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

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