Luyện nghe bài hát Little Palaces

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

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

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

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

Like a of Prince William in the arms of John the Pope
There's a world of intentions and pity in their eyes
The sedated homes of England are 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 they like knocking down the little palaces

You're the in your daddy's eye, a name you spray and scribble
You made the girls all turn their heads and in turn they 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 kids a bit, until they feel the same
And they like knocking down the little palaces