Luyện nghe bài hát Isles

Economic downturn you can get a
parents you can get a job
Sometimes I'm just like Cupid with a bow and arrow
And I'm firing it at people who remain too
In the B R I T I say British
The streets are bleak, the kids are wild
Terror on the pavement, panic in the
in the twisted silence of our sheets
Sometimes I lie for hours feeling so synthetic
my eyes are screaming out for something way more epic
It's the B R I T I say Isles
The streets are bleak, the kids are running
Terribly bold try so hard
Never look up to see the
In the B R I T I say British
Leeds screaming torn
Belfast and forlorn
Oxford dreaming in
all it's gleaming spires
Stoke bleeding Glasgow
Dundee and Cardiff
York breaking cries
All are multiplied
B R I T I say British
The streets are bleak, the are running wild
Terribly bold try so hard
Never look up to see the
In the B R I T I say British