Luyện nghe bài hát Good Morning Britain

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

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

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

years and a loaded gun
Funerals, fear and the war won
Paddy's just a of fun
It lightens up the

Corporal sneers at a boy
And he eyes his gun like a man's toy
He's killing than Celtic joy
is not a stranger

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

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

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

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

From the cell to the deep dark grave
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 make my home, I my stand
it cool just to be a man
A a traitor

Love is
And if you stand or if you
let them know you gave your all
Worry about it

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

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