Luyện nghe bài hát Panic

Panic on the of London
Panic on the streets of
I to myself

Could life be sane again
On the side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to

Don't you that hopes may rise on the Grasmeres?
But Honey Pie, you're not here
So you run down to the of the town

But there's on the streets of Carlisle
Oh, Dublin, Dundee,
I to myself

Burn the disco, hang the blessed DJ
Because the that they constantly play
Says nothing to me my life

Hang the DJ
Because the music they play
On the Leeds side-streets you slip down
On the provincial towns that you jog

Hang the DJ, the DJ, hang the DJ
the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, the DJ, hang the DJ