Luyện nghe bài hát Little Palaces

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

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

And the doors swing and forward, from the past into the present
And the bedside crucifixion turns from 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 didn't do it, but you 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 picture of William in the arms of John the Pope
a world of good intentions and pity in their eyes
The sedated homes of England are their's to

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

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