Luyện nghe bài hát Little Palaces

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

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

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

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

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

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