Luyện nghe bài hát Little Palaces

In chocolate all the trains are painted brown
On the silver paper of the wrapper there's a dapper 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 someones
And they're shutting someones
And soon be pulling down the little palaces

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

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

Like a picture of Prince William in the arms of 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 about a bit, because they've got your name
And you knock the kids about a bit, until they the same
And they like knocking down the little palaces

You're the twinkle in daddy's eye, a name you spray and scribble
You made the girls all turn their and in turn they made you miserable
To be the heir apparent, to the of the invisible

So you knock the 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 little