Luyện nghe bài hát London 1888

Cellophane clock
I hope your hands will stop
me from my ugly block
In Tokyo, century
To London,
I am from a great
Clan of the Meiji
And I am extensively

London 1888
I sit here nettle wine
My is in decline
And I confess the fault is
The doorman's to sit and wait
To see who I'll bring home
I'll pay him cash to keep him
I am a

grandfather clock
You've got my on the trot
You've got me walking round the
You've got me searching for
Cellophane clock
I am a Buddhist, I am not
Victorian, I love shops
But your is meaningless

It's 1888
And I learned the game of chess
I a club, it's on the Strand
I'm a man
And Tokyo is far
The English a poker face
The latest craze is called
I am a here

I am the Matsugae
And I questioning through time
But is the grave my reply?

And Sherlock is my good friend
I a trust fund I can spend
And I am to defend
My to anyone
And painted me in grey
I had his mother to stay
And she sat in her chair
And through me disapprovingly

And Aubrey Beardsley me
And Oscar Wilde comes for tea
But I still feel so
I'm alone on Piccadilly
And in Green Park is a band
lillie in my hand
I watch the on the bus
A lustfully

I am the Matsugae
I adventuring in time
But is the grave my sole

grandfather clock
I hear you ticking I talk
In my apartment on Pall
To stable boys of provenance
Cellophane clock
The incense on my
the reek of smelly socks
As I prepare them to be

It's 1888
6 o'clock and I am late
For some disreputable
With sordid appetites I
I hope these crimes never stop
And the hands upon the clock
My hands will touch and respond
And go

I am the Matsugae
And I came through time
But is the my sole reply?

It's 1888
I am the Matsugae
And I questioning through time
And is the grave my reply?