Luyện nghe bài hát Good Morning Britain

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

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

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

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

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

And time's gonna come one day
It's a loud sweet voice and it give way
A house is not a
sons are leaving home, Neil

In the hills and the and far away
You can hear the song of
The echo of
a rak-a-rak-a feel

The past is steeped in
But fair game
For a life fit for living
morning Britain

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

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

But in green and pleasant land
Where I make my home, I make my
it cool just to be a man
A a traitor

Love is
And if you or if you fall
Just let know you gave your all
about it later

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

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