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 nicotine

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

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

Mothers crying over some 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
It's shouting 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 pity in eyes
The sedated 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 a bit, until they feel the same
And they feel like knocking the little palaces

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 they you miserable
To be the heir apparent, to the kingdom of the

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