Luyện nghe bài hát Isles

Economic downturn you can get a
Apologetic you can get a job
Sometimes I'm feeling just like Cupid with a bow and
And I'm it at people who remain too shallow
In the B R I T I say British
The streets are bleak, the kids are running
Terror on the pavement, in the street
Tension in the silence of our sheets
I lie awake for hours feeling so synthetic
While my eyes are out for something way more epic
It's the B R I T I say Isles
The streets are bleak, the kids are wild
Terribly they try so hard
Never up to see the stars
In the B R I T I say British
screaming Bristol torn
Belfast and Hull
Oxford in denial
With all gleaming spires
Stoke bleeding yawns
and Cardiff mourn
York breaking Sheffield
All fears are
B R I T I say Isles
The streets are bleak, the kids are wild
bold they try so hard
Never look up to see the
In the B R I T I say Isles