Luyện nghe bài hát Good Morning Britain

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

And the wind blows hot and the wind blows
But it us good so we've been told
Music's food the art-biz folds
Let all eat culture

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

Twenty years and a gun
Funerals, and the war ain't won
Paddy's just a of fun
It lightens up the

sneers at a Catholic boy
And he eyes his gun a rich man's toy
He's more than Celtic joy
is not a stranger

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

In the hills and the valleys and far
You can hear the of democracy
The of eternity
With a feel

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

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

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

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

is international
And if you or if you fall
Just let know you gave your all
Worry about it

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

The past is in shame
But tomorrow's fair
For a life that's fit for
Good Britain