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 with nicotine fingers

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 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 from wood to phosphorescent
And moving problem families from the south up to the north

Mothers crying over some soft soap 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 William in the arms of John the Pope
There's a world of good and pity in their eyes
The sedated of England are their's to vandalize

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

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

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