Luyện nghe bài hát Little Palaces

In chocolate town all the are painted brown
On the silver of the wrapper there's a dapper little man
And he wears a wax mustache that he twists with nicotine

As he drops his ash and someone comes and sweeps it up
And then he doffs his cap and there's a rat in someones
And shutting someones trap
And they'll soon be pulling the little palaces

And the doors swing and forward, from the past into the present
And the bedside crucifixion turns from to phosphorescent
And they're moving problem families the south up to the north

Mothers crying over soft soap opera divorce
And you say you didn't do it, but you you did of course
And they'll be pulling down the little palaces
It's like in a matchbox, filled with plasterboard and hope

Like a picture of Prince William in the of John the Pope
There's a world of good intentions and in their eyes
The sedated of England are their's to vandalize

So you knock the kids about a bit, because they've got name
And you knock the kids about a bit, until they the same
And feel like knocking down the little palaces

You're the twinkle in your daddy's eye, a name you and scribble
You made the all turn their heads and in turn they made you miserable
To be the heir apparent, to the of the invisible

So you knock the kids about a bit they've got your name
And you knock the about a bit, until they feel the same
And they feel like down the little palaces