Luyện nghe bài hát Overture

This is the story of the Of Norton Folgate

Old Jack Norris, the musical and the cadging ramble...

A little bit of this, would you like a bit of

But in weather this, you should wear a coat, a nice warm hat
A needle and the hand stitches of time
Battling versus Jackie Burk
and weaving, an invisible line

So for step and both light on our feet
We'll many along dim silent street

you like a bit of this, or a little bit of that? (Misses)
A little bit of what you like does you no harm, you know
The perpetual echo of the passing beat
A continual dark of people
In it's transience and in it's
But, when the streetlamp fills the gutter gold
So many priceless items bought and

So step for step and both on our feet
travel many along dim silent street (together)

Once round Arnold Circus, and up through Petticoat
Past the well of shadows, and back round again
Arm in arm, an abstracted air
To the people stare
Out of the upstairs
Because we are living kings
And these will last forever

Cos sailors from Africa, China and the archipelago of
Jump ship ragged and penniless into Tiger Bay
The Welsh and Irish wagtails, mothers of
The music hall carousel enspilling out bonfire light
Sending half shadows, giants dancing up the brick wall
Of Mr Trumans beer factory, waving, ten feet tall

Whether one calls it Spitalfields, Whitechapel, Tower
Or Banglatown. We're all dancing in the moonlight, all
On ground.

Oh, I'm just walking down to, I'm just floating down
you come with me, to the Liberty of Norton Folgate
But wait!
What's
Dan
And the Limehouse

Purposefully walking nowhere, oh I'm happy floating about
(Have a banana)
On a Sunday afternoon, the all call and shout
To in particular
Avoiding people you know, you're just basking in you're own
The technicolour world's going by, but you're the lead in your own

Cos in the Liberty of Norton
Walking wild and free, in your second coat,
just to float
In this taste of liberty
A of everything you see

They're left and right
Trying to flog you stuff you need or want
And a smiling chap takes your
And drags you in his restaurant
(ee-yar, ee-yar, ee-yar)

There's a Chinese man trying hard to flog you moody
You know? You've the film, it's black and white, it's got no sound
And a man's head up and down
Right across your TV
(Only a fiver)
('Ow much?)
(Alright, two for quid)
(Ee-yar, ee-yar, look, I'm it away)
(Givin' it away!)

Cos in the of Norton Folgate
Walking wild and free, in second hand coat,
Happy to float
In this piece of liberty
You're a of everything you see

There's the old fellows, pickpockets, dandy's, extortioners
And night wanderers, the feeble, the ghastly, upon whom
Had placed a sure hand,
in shreds and patches,
Reeling inarticulate full of and inordinate vivacity
That discordantly upon the ear
And gives an aching sensation to both of eyeballs
(Noisy and vivacity)

Ohhhh ahhhhhh etc etc

In the was a fear of the immigrant
In the was a fear of the immigrant
made his way down to the dark riverside

In the was a fear of the immigrant
In the beginning was a fear of the
He's made his home there down by the dark

Ohhhh ahhhhh etc etc

He made his home there by the riverside
They made their homes down by the riverside
The city sprang up from the river Thames

They their home there down by the riverside
They made homes there down by the riverside
The city sprang up the dark mud of the Thames
I'll say it

(Ha ha ha, right)

in the Liberty of Norton Folgate
Walking and free
And in your second hand
Happy just to
In this taste of liberty
Cos you're a of everything you see
Yes, you're a of everything you see

With a bit of this
And a little bit of
A little bit of what you like does you no
And you know

ahhhhhh ahhhhh etc etc (repeat to end)