Luyện nghe bài hát Little Palaces

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

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

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 soft soap opera divorce
And you say you didn't do it, but you know you did of
And soon be pulling down the little palaces
It's like shouting in a matchbox, with plasterboard and hope

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

So you the kids 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 kingdom of the

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