Luyện nghe bài hát London

There's your lords and fine,
in a coach and six,
Nothing to but claret wine,
politicks.
London is a place,
A great and city!
All the streets are paved gold,
And all the are witty.
There's beaux with powder'd clothes,
Bedaub'd from to chin,
pocket-holes adorned with gold,
but not one sou within.
There's your lords and fine,
Riding in a and six,
to drink but claret wine,
politicks.
There your English goes
With a hungry belly;
While heaps of are forc'd, God wot,
on Farinelli.
There's lords and ladies fine,
in a coach and six,
Nothing to drink but wine,
politicks.
London is a place,
A great and city!
All the are paved with gold,
All the are witty.
your dames with dainty frames,
Skins as white as
Dressed every day in gay,
Of and of silk.
is a dainty place.