Luyện nghe bài hát Little Palaces

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 feel like knocking down the little palaces