Luyện nghe bài hát Old England (2004 Remaster)

A man looks up on a sky
and the rain turns to in his eye
rumours of his are lies
old is dying

his clothes are dirty of blue
and his shoes worn through
he steals me and he lies to you
old is dying

still he sings an song
and still he keeps his strong
and he his flag where it all belongs
old england is

you're asking makes me sigh now
what it is me shudder so

I just in the wind
and I'm from the pummeling of the snow
that falls from high in skies
where the well loved flag of flies
Where the homes are warm and the mothers
where comedians laugh and cry
where criminals are televised fraternized
journalists are dignified and everyone is
and children with heroin eyes, heroin eyes, heroin eyes
Old England!

evening has
the are singing
the last of Sundays bells is
the wind in the trees is
and old is dying