Luyện nghe bài hát Permissive Twit

Oh Heaven help our
She's really it now
What's it's all so obvious
I her stomachs sticking out
If tells me' mother
She's bound to a fit
Followed by a neat
to our permissive twit
She thinks his was Ronald
Or was it Sid or Len
The only thing that's
Is it wasn't Bill or Ben
Our priest God bless him
The very reverend Pitt
Will no be preaching sermons
To our dear Twit
By now the
Will no doubt have heard
By almost every bleeding parker in our alley
all except is
Our own great Liz
Who I hear's deaf since the day our Grace
recorded Sally, Sally,

(Break)

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