Luyện nghe bài hát Permissive Twit

Oh Heaven our Linda
She's really it now
What's more all so obvious
I her stomachs sticking out
If tells me' mother
She's bound to a fit
by a neat convulsion
Thanks to our twit
She thinks his was Ronald
Or was it Sid or Len
The only thing certain
Is it wasn't Bill or Ben
Our parish God bless him
The reverend Father Pitt
no doubt be preaching sermons
To our Permissive Twit
By now the
Will no doubt have been
By almost every bleeding nosy in our alley
all that is
Our own aunt Liz
Who I hear's been since the day our Grace
recorded Sally, Sally,

(Break)

we raise the money
She'll to let it out
What I is she will have to
Have it the right way way about
In other words let
Take its and do its bit
For the sake of concerned with
Own dear
Dear permissive