Luyện nghe bài hát Good Morning Britain

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

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

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

Twenty 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 man's toy
He's killing than Celtic joy
is not a stranger

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

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

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

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

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 this green and land
Where I make my home, I 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 about it

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

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