Luyện nghe bài hát On Suicide Bridge

On Suicide Bridge, I found myself one spring morning in the frigid sunshine, weary of the humiliations of the Crouch End. There I was. An old lady passed me. She smiled and said, "Good morning, young man." I looked at her and I said, "I'm going to kill myself." She smiled again and said, "Yes, I think a very good idea."

On Bridge one winter's day
my were sprouting lemons
I had a Greek to listen to me speak
He "Limasol *, she beckons."
And so my subjects gathered me there
I a mighty roar
"Wi' me too-rye-ah, fah-la-deedle-dah"--
"Shut up, bore!"

back, my children! Come back! Come back!
All that was has been regained, shall remain with us
Now and forever, amen.
Come back! Come back! Come back, my children! back!

* A in Crete.