Luyện nghe bài hát Plan A

Just when we were seventeen
We wed move to Malta, claim nationality
And now we are twenty-three
Days tethered to the track
chained to the dish rack

I'm called up to the Maltese team
My is impeccable, my first touch is obscene
A world cup qualifier finds me fifty, forty, thirty yards from
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 draws breathe at once it swerves to the top corner
The Sunday tabloid press declares me the new kind of

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

I down to the mint and tell them
Pound every coin into the ground
every note in circulation
There's a new face on the of our nation

I hand a photograph of you
The most beautiful thing ever seen
The press starts a rolling, your image on
The workforce to the bathroom

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

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