Luyện nghe bài hát Real Great Britain

Written by: das, pandit, savale, tailor,

Union jack and jill
up and down the same old hill
Sell the to the youths
But who the bill
"murdoch she wrote"
Him his hand in the till

Blairful of
on the 45
The suits have
But the old ties
New britannia
Who are you to fool?
Behind your fashion-tashion I see at all

for the commodity
Cuts the nation into
Rich pickings for the
Bottom third you see
While middle keeps swinging its

No for the future
Just with dead

So will the real, the great britan
forward
This is the national parade
Shoe gazer nation forever

Time to reject the sixties

Not enough
Not homes
"phony care" in his millennium dome
More prime cuts than beef on the
And there's too many you're
Not answering

Union jack and union
Back up and down the old hill
the flag to the youths
But who swallows the
"murdoch she wrote"
Him his hand in the till

So the real, the real great britan
Step
This is the identity parade
Shoe gazer forever looking

Time to reject the charade