Luyện nghe bài hát Little Palaces

In chocolate all the trains 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 fingers

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

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

Mothers crying over some soap opera divorce
And you say you didn't do it, but you know you did of
And soon be pulling down the little palaces
It's like shouting in a matchbox, with plasterboard and hope

Like a picture of Prince in the arms of John the Pope
There's a world of good intentions and in their eyes
The sedated homes of 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, until they feel the
And they feel like knocking down the little

You're the twinkle in your daddy's eye, a name you and scribble
You the girls all turn their heads and in turn they made you miserable
To be the apparent, to the kingdom 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 like knocking down the palaces