Luyện nghe bài hát Plan A

Just when we were seventeen
We said wed move to Malta, nationality
And now we are twenty-three
Days tethered to the running
Evenings chained to the rack

I'm called up to the national team
My vision is impeccable, my first is obscene
A world cup qualifier finds me fifty, forty, yards from goal
A sub on in an off the striker role

Was it wind? Did it take a bad
A decade spent nursing a that you might never make it
The crowd draws breathe at it swerves to the top corner
The Sunday press declares me the new kind of Malta

With my name on shirts, your face on the
That every week just piles inside our bank
We'd rule the roost and we could start a
I think we'd make about a hundred million

I head down to the mint and tell
every coin deep into the ground
Burn every note in
a new face on the currency of our nation

I hand them a of you
The most beautiful thing they'd seen
The starts a rolling, your image on Euros
The workforce retires to the

With my on shirts, your face on the cash
That every week just piles inside our bank
We'd rule the roost and we start a family
I think we'd make about a million bucks

With my name on shirts, face on the cash
That every week just piles inside our account
We'd rule the and we could start a family
I think we'd make a hundred million bucks