Luyện nghe bài hát Little Palaces

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

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

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

Mothers crying over some soft opera divorce
And you say you didn't do it, but you you did of course
And they'll soon be down the little palaces
It's 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 and pity in their eyes
The sedated homes of England are to vandalize

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

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

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