Luyện nghe bài hát Little Palaces

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

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

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

Mothers crying over soft soap opera divorce
And you say you do it, but you know you did of course
And they'll soon be pulling down the little
like shouting in a matchbox, filled with plasterboard and hope

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

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

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

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