Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Fat Englishmen

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

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

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

Seven fat Englishmen sit around you on bar
Blood red faces, unaware that they're fast
And as this blood squeezes their blocked arteries
These farming men, drinking gin, their livers
It's here

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