Luyện nghe bài hát January Git

I still in Sunday
As a day of rest
And maybe because I'm an Irishman
That I Dublin best

Still who so are you to tell me I'm Fred
But let that worry your son
For when he grows up and gets blown out of
Have yourself bomb

Now introducing
and on my right will be
Both of whom are now represented by
Our friend U.V.I.P.

Whose mundane conjectural I'd
Only if you like jazz
with an ounce of U double K
Full of Razzmatazz

Close your eyes and the
forget
If you do I it you
Know what to

who so are you to tell me I'm alright, Fred
But don't let that worry son
For he grows up and gets blown out of here
Have yourself a tour-de-force yearly
Non-de-plume bomb

tired one degree under, oh
What you need is up so off you go
(Get up you know)

mundane conjectural I'd recommend
Only if you like rocking
Intermingled with an ounce of U K
Full of eastern promised without a doubting
Razzmatazz