Luyện nghe bài hát Old England

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

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

he sings an Empire's song
Still he keeps his navy
And he his flag where it all belongs
Old is dying

You're what makes me sigh now
What it is makes me so
Well, I freeze in the wind
And I'm numb from the pummeling of the

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

Where criminals are televised, fraternized
Journalists are dignified and everyone is
And stare with heroin eyes, heroin eyes, heroin eyes
Old England, old England, old England is dying,

Evening has fallen, swans are
The of Sunday's bells is ringing
The wind in the trees is
And old is dying