Luyện nghe bài hát Overture

This is the story of the Of Norton Folgate

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

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

But in like this, you should wear a coat, a nice warm hat
A needle and thread the hand of time
Levinsky versus Jackie Burk
Bobbing and weaving, an line

So step for step and both on our feet
We'll travel 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 steady echo of the beat
A dark river of people
In it's transience and in it's
But, when the streetlamp fills the gutter with
So many priceless items and sold

So step for step and light on our feet
We'll travel along dim silent street (together)

round Arnold Circus, and up through Petticoat Lane
Past the of shadows, and once back round again
Arm in arm, with an air
To where the stare
Out of the upstairs
Because we are living kings
And days will last forever

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

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

Oh, I'm walking down to, I'm just floating down through
Won't you come with me, to the of Norton Folgate
But wait!
What's
Dan
And the Limehouse

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

Cos in the of Norton Folgate
Walking wild and free, in your hand coat,
Happy to float
In this taste of liberty
A of everything you see

They're left and right
Trying to flog you you don't need or want
And a chap takes your hand
And drags you in his restaurant
(ee-yar, ee-yar, ee-yar)

There's a man trying hard to flog you moody DVDs
You know? You've seen the film, it's and white, it's got no sound
And a man's head pops up and
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 Liberty of Folgate
Walking wild and free, in your hand coat,
just to float
In little piece of liberty
You're a of everything you see

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

ahhhhhh ahhhhh etc etc

In the beginning was a fear of the
In the beginning was a of the immigrant
He's made his way down to the dark

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

Ohhhh ahhhhhh etc etc

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

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

(Ha ha ha, right)

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

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

Ohhhh ahhhhh etc etc (repeat to end)