Luyện nghe bài hát Old England

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

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

Still he sings an song
Still he his navy strong
And he sticks his flag it all belongs
Old is dying

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

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

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

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