Luyện nghe bài hát Late Home Tonight, Part I

Standing at the
A farmer's wife in Oxford
Glances at the clock; it's time for tea
She see
The phantom in the hedgerow dip its
Doesn't hear the sing
But in the cockpit's glow
Behind the Ray Ban
The kid Cleveland
In the of routine
Scans his and smiles
Secure in the of military life
is no right or wrong
Only tin cans and and white cliffs
And blue skies and flight flight
The beauty of military
No questions orders and flight, only flight
a beautiful sight in his wild blue dream
The eternal child leafs his war magazine
And his kind Uncle Sam feeds ten trillion in
Into the total entertainment video game
And up here in the
The fans are wild
The flip
When you your hip
And we all like the bit when you
The jeans the refrigerator and
the bad guy gets hit
And were you by the satisfying way
The sticks to her skin
Like BB gun
knives pierce autumn leaves
But okay see the children bleed
It'll look on the TV
And in Tripoli ordinary wife
at the dripping tap her old man hadn't
to fix
Too mixing politics and rhythm
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