Luyện nghe bài hát Late Home Tonight, Part I

Standing at the
A farmer's wife in Oxford
Glances at the clock; it's nearly for tea
She see
The phantom in the dip its wings
Doesn't hear the engine
But in the cockpit's glow
the Ray Ban shine
The kid Cleveland
In the of routine
Scans his dials and
Secure in the beauty of life
There is no or wrong
Only tin cans and cordite and white
And skies and flight flight flight
The of military life
No questions only orders and flight, flight
What a beautiful in his wild blue dream
The eternal leafs through his war magazine
And his kind Uncle Sam feeds ten in change
Into the total entertainment video game
And up in the stands
The fans are going
The flip
you wiggle your hip
And we all like the bit you take
The from the refrigerator and
the bad guy gets hit
And were you struck by the way
The swimsuit sticks to her
Like BB gun
When pierce autumn leaves
But that's see the children bleed
It'll look on the TV
And in Tripoli another ordinary
Stares at the tap her old man hadn't
to fix
Too busy mixing and rhythm
In the street