Luyện nghe bài hát Industrial Town

Down in the valley, the so low,
Lay the town and hear the winds blow,
Lay the town and dig it all in,
For what we once had not come again.
The people are crying, the are down,
They look at the crevice where once a town,
And it's not for the money, they cry not for the
They just cry for a town, such a great shame.
Take six politicians and dig me a
Take six intellectuals, my try to save
And six union workers, a red to wave
And one singer to rant and to rave...
Now Old King was a merry old soul
a merry old soul was he,
he fed my dad, he fed my mum,
He fed us three.
And I Old Coach Road,
And the pine trees by its
And I the playground there,
And every and slide.
It's to you my old grey friend
your days are at an end
They'll dig you up, you down,
Goodbye to you - Town.
In the morning the sun came up
On housing, there,
We feel the ash from the mine sometimes
Come through the air.
But times were good and we didn't
About the chimneys and mess.
Oh no, three meals a day, a at night,
We couldn't cared less.
goodbye to you my old grey friend
Soon days are at an end
dig you up, tear you down,
Goodbye to you - Town.
Time moved on, we moved
How a young child forgets,
Twelve years I returned,
And I see with
Empty houses, streets,
Not a single to meet,
Sold out, damned on whim,
Sing this chorus, this hymn.
Goodbye to you my old friend
your days are at an end
They'll dig you up, you down,
Goodbye to you - Town.
Industrial Town, Industrial Town, Town.