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 through my there have been
Many rare and precious
I tried to call mine
But I cannot seem

To keep of anything
For more than a time
Possessions of a kind
They mine, now they're not

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

All that I'd like is to
Just where do those things go?
When they from my hands
one night in a dream

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