Luyện nghe bài hát Plan A

Just like when we were
We wed move to Malta, claim nationality
And now that we are
Days tethered to the track
Evenings to the dish rack

I'm called up to the Maltese team
My vision is impeccable, my first touch is
A world cup qualifier me fifty, forty, thirty yards from goal
A late sub on in an off the striker

Was it wind? Did it a bad deflection?
A spent nursing a fear that you might never make it
The crowd draws breathe at once it to the top corner
The tabloid press declares me the new kind of Malta

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

I head to the mint and tell them
Pound every coin into the ground
Burn every in circulation
a new face on the currency of our nation

I hand a photograph of you
The most thing they'd ever seen
The starts a rolling, your image on Euros
The workforce to the bathroom

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

my name on shirts, your face on the cash
That every just piles inside our bank account
rule the roost and we could start a family
I think we'd about a hundred million bucks