Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Fat Englishmen

Seven fat sit around you on bar stools
red faces, unaware that they're dying fast
And as this blood squeezes through their blocked
These farming men, gin, pickling their livers
It's here

And I reach into this circle to you out
And I reach into circle to fetch you out
Of this mess of gin and blood and soil but you can't leave
Gin and and soil but you can't leave

And as the spice girls prostitute, power in the background
On speakers you smile
And seeps through your teeth
As you laugh with them, agree them
Make business with them 'cos is your life

Seven fat sit around you on bar stools
Blood red faces, unaware they're dying fast
And as this blood squeezes through blocked arteries
These men, drinking gin, pickling their livers
normal here

I have nowhere to you
And you have to go
And I think it's just too for you
To think any better