Luyện nghe bài hát Old England

A man looks up on a sky
And the rain turns to in his eye
Rumors of his are lies
Old England is

His are a dirty shade of blue
And his ancient shoes, worn
He steals me and he lies to you
Old is dying

Still he sings an song
Still he keeps his navy
And he his flag where it all belongs
Old England is

asking what makes me sigh now
What it is makes me so
Well, I just in the wind
And I'm from the pummeling of the snow

That falls from high in yellow
Where the loved flag of England flies
Where the homes are and the mothers sigh
Where comedians and babies cry

Where are televised, politicians fraternized
Journalists are dignified and is civilized
And children stare heroin eyes, heroin eyes, heroin eyes
Old England, old England, old is dying, dying

has fallen, swans are singing
The last of bells is ringing
The wind in the is sighing
And old is dying