Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Property

Postcards and letters, and sweaters
Passports and Parkas, and chargers
Two tennis rackets, Blue Rizla
A new jacket, I lost it all

All my life there have been
rare and precious things
I have to call mine
But I cannot seem

To keep hold of
For more than a short
Possessions of a sentimental
They were mine, now not

Gym-kits and trainers, asthma
Silk-cuts and Bennie's, ten-packs and
C-class narcotics,
The holes in my pockets, I it all

All that I'd is to know
Just where do those things go?
When slip from my hands
Then one in a dream

I through a sheepskin screen
To a green, land
I found all piled up into the sky
And I tears of joy