Luyện nghe bài hát M5#1

You'll never see me trying to raise
You'll never see me wear a suit of
There's a slip-road up ahead
leading to the
But I'm born and bred
Too many car-fumes in my
a well-read punk peasant.

But you'd a country man would understand
the devil makes work for hands.
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And the man who pretends he it all
is destined to a Fall.
Gets into house with cheer,
then to take all you've got to offer.
This is not an
It's an roundabout
That leads to the
And you'll see good trains again.

In 60s, my daddy said to me,
you'll never see and clogs again.
Now roam the city.

Can these people not
The devil makes work for hands
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The devil work for idle hands.

M5 to the country straight
It's stuffed to the with crusty brown bread
Can not understand
there's nothing worse than a man?

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