Luyện nghe bài hát Good Morning Britain

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

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

The past is in shame
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 killing more Celtic joy
is not a stranger

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

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

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

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

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

But in this green and pleasant
Where I my home, I make my stand
Make it cool to be a man
A a traitor

Love is
And if you or if you fall
Just let them know you your all
Worry it later

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

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