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 through their arteries
These farming men, drinking gin, their livers
normal here

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 leave
Gin and blood and but you can't leave

And as the spice girls prostitute, girl power in the
On tinny you smile
And desperation seeps through teeth
As you laugh with them, with them
Make business with them this is your life

fat Englishmen sit around you on bar stools
Blood red faces, unaware that dying fast
And as this blood squeezes through their arteries
These farming men, drinking gin, pickling their
It's here

I have to take you
And you have to go
And I think it's too painful for you
To think there's any