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 it later

And the blows hot and the wind blows cold
But it blows us good so been told
food 'til 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 Britain

years and a loaded gun
Funerals, fear and the war won
just a figure of fun
It up the danger

Corporal sneers at a boy
And he eyes his gun like a rich toy
He's killing more than joy
Death is not a

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

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

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

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

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

is international
And if you stand or if you
Just let them know you your all
about it later

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

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