Luyện nghe bài hát Smalltown England

Turn left at the lights 50 yards down
There's a pub in the corner and I'll you inside
About quarter to eight and go into town
And find out what been saying about us

walls have eyes and ears
Stories fly thick and round here
Truth and lies are all the
Whatever you do don't the boat
got to play the game, play the game

Is it a crime to something else?
Is it a crime to in something different?
Is it a crime to to make things happen?
To spit in the faces of the fools

The incrowd know the shell is thin
So they all the cage they're in
Get drunk and stoned and again
No tears of rage, no cries of
ventured, nothing gained
In England
Because the outside the pint in hand
Is all so hard to
And if visions of the come clear
They're not allowed to

Is it a crime to something else? . . .

The smell of hot food the takeaway curry
Diesel fumes a passing lorry
Waiting in the queue in the rain
For the chip shop up on Bowling
Well, week we all got really smashed
We couldn't stand up, it was a laugh
And this week's going to be the same
And the next and the next, again and
They say you've got to have fun you're young
'Cause can't believe there's anything else except this.