Luyện nghe bài hát London 1888

Cellophane grandfather
I hope your hands never stop
Rescue me from my block
In Tokyo, century
To London,
I am descended from a
Clan of the shogunate
And I am travelling

It's 1888
I sit here drinking wine
My family is in
And I confess the fault is
The doorman's sure to sit and
To see who bring home tonight
I'll pay him cash to keep him
I am a

Cellophane clock
You've got my conscience on the
You've got me walking round the
You've got me for experience
Cellophane grandfather
I am a Buddhist, I am not
Victorian, I love your
But your morality is

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

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

And Sherlock Holmes is my good
I a trust fund I can spend
And I am to defend
My to anyone
And painted me in grey
I had his mother round to
And she sat knitting in her
And staring me disapprovingly

And Beardsley sketches me
And Oscar Wilde comes for tea
But I feel so Japanese
When I'm on Piccadilly
And in Park there is a band
lillie in my hand
I the sailors on the bus
A little

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

Cellophane clock
I hear you ticking while I
In my on Pall Mall
To boys of easy provenance
Cellophane clock
The incense on my
Covers the reek of smelly
As I them to be compromised

It's 1888
It's 6 and I am late
For some disreputable
With sordid appetites I
I hope these crimes will stop
And like the hands the clock
My hands will touch and he'll
And go

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

It's London
I am the Matsugae
And I came questioning through
And is the grave my reply?