Luyện nghe bài hát In Liverpool

In on Sunday
No traffic on the
The light is pale and thin you
No sound, in this part of town

for the boy in the belfry he's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower a hunchback in heaven
ringing the bells in the church for the last half an hour
And he sounds like missing something or someone
That he knows he can't now and if he isn't I certainly am

Homesick for a clock told the same time
Sometimes you no sense to me
If you lie on the ground in somebody's
You'll probably some of their history

And the boy in the belfry he's crazy, he's himself
Down the top of the tower like a hunchback in heaven
ringing the bells in the church for the last half an hour
And he sounds like he's something or someone
That he knows he have now and if he isn't I certainly am

I'll be the who sings for my supper
You'll be the monk whose forehead is
He'll be the man who's working
Spreading a all through the sky
In Liverpool on no reason to even remember you now

Except for the boy in the belfry he's crazy, he's throwing
from the top of the tower like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church for the last half an
And he sounds like he's something or someone
That he knows he can't have now and if he I certainly am

In
In