Luyện nghe bài hát January Git

I still believe in Sunday as being a day of
And maybe it's because I'm an
That I like Dublin
Still who are you to tell me I'm alright Fred
But don't let that your son
For when he grows up and blown out of here
yourself A-tomic bomb
Now Maisie (Maisie) and on my right
be
Both of whom are now represented by
Our friend U.V.I.P.
Whose conjectoral I'd recommend
if you like rocking jazz
Intermingled with an ounce of U K
full of Raj Matazz
Close your and the door don't forge-t
If you do I take it you know to expect
Still who are you to tell me I'm alright
Fred but don't let worry your son
For when he grows up and gets out of here
Have a (really)
(yearly)
non-de-plume A-tomic
tired one degree under Oh-
What you need is up so off you go
(Get up you know)
Whose mundane I'd recommend
if you like rocking jazz
Intermingled with an ounce of U K
of Eastern (promised)
Without a (Thomas)
Raj Matazz
Nothing older than time sweeter than wine
physically, recklessly, hopelessly blind
Nothing I say
Nothing why 'cos
Nothing