Luyện nghe bài hát Permissive Twit

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

(Break)

Unless we raise the
have to let it out
What I is she will have to
it the right way wrong way about
In other let nature
its course and do its bit
For the of those concerned with
Own dear
Dear twit