Luyện nghe bài hát Nine Plan Failed

After nine in the army
They away his brain
They tattooed on his brow
And signed him up

He killed ten Germans
A Japanese
A family of
And a lot of Portuguese, plan failed

I never see the point
Of them you're boss
When they drag you the city streets
And you to a cross

They him to the office
They him to the bed
They fastened lots of pretty
to his head

They wheeled him the corridor
Upon a metal
Now he big spectacles
And he like Buddy Holly, nine plan failed

I never see the point
Of showing them boss
When they drag you through the city
And you to a cross

The world its armistice
And took away his
And now he himself
On tea and buns
On tea and buns
Oh oh, at the

Rome is pretty and Rome is very grand
But the Pope lost his fingers
When they gave this boy his hand to
When they gave this boy his to kiss
It funny, no

He wasn't very at school
His highest was C
But he the managers
they said,"You leave it all to me"

They him suits from Seville Row
The so fine
So now he in the desert wastes
Just waiting for a sign, nine plan