Luyện nghe bài hát Good Morning Britain

Jock's got a in parochial
Ten long and he's still got her
Paying tax and and stir
Worry about it

And the blows hot and the wind blows cold
But it blows us good so we've been
food 'til the art-biz folds
Let them all eat

The is steeped in shame
But tomorrow's game
For a that's fit for living
morning Britain

Twenty and a loaded gun
Funerals, and the war ain't won
Paddy's a figure of fun
It up the danger

Corporal sneers at a boy
And he eyes his gun like a rich toy
He's killing more than joy
Death is not a

And Taffy's time's come one day
a loud sweet voice and it won't give way
A is not a holiday
Your are leaving home, Neil

In the and the valleys and far away
You can the song of democracy
The of eternity
With a rak-a-rak-a

The is steeped in shame
But fair game
For a that's fit for living
Good morning

From the to where to the Thames does flow
My English brothers and sisters
It's not a case of you go
race and creed and color

From the police cell to the deep dark
On the underground's just a stop
be too black, don't be too gay
Just get a little

But in this green and land
Where I my home, I make my stand
Make it just to be a man
A uniform's a

is international
And if you or if you fall
Just let them know you gave all
Worry it later

The past is steeped in
But fair game
For a that's fit for living
Good morning

The past is steeped in
But fair game
For a that's fit for living
Good morning