Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Property

Postcards and letters, T-shirts and
Passports and Parkas, and chargers
Two tennis rackets, Rizla packets
A new jacket, I lost it all

All through my life there have
Many rare and things
I have tried to call
But I cannot seem

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

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

All that I'd is to know
Just where do those lost go?
they slip from my hands
Then one night in a

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