Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Property

Postcards and letters, T-shirts and
Passports and Parkas, mobiles and
Two tennis rackets, Blue packets
A new sheep-skin jacket, I it all

All my life there have been
Many and precious things
I have tried to mine
But I just cannot

To keep hold of
For than a short time
of a sentimental kind
They mine, now they're not

and trainers, asthma inhalers
Silk-cuts and Bennie's, ten-packs and
narcotics, antibiotics
The holes in my pockets, I it all

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

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