Luyện nghe bài hát Old England

A man up on a yellow sky
And the rain turns to in his eye
Rumors of his health are
Old is dying

His clothes are a dirty shade of
And his ancient shoes, through
He from me and he lies to you
Old is dying

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

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

That falls from high in yellow
Where the well loved of England flies
Where the are warm and the mothers sigh
comedians laugh and babies cry

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

Evening has fallen, are singing
The last of Sunday's bells is
The wind in the trees is
And old England is