Luyện nghe bài hát Good Morning Britain

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the and the valleys and far away
You can hear the song of
The of eternity
With a feel

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

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

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 duller

But in green and pleasant land
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 gave all
about it later

The past is in shame
But tomorrow's fair
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