Luyện nghe bài hát Song For The City

From the window I can see the streets
sweet home, welcome to Heathrow
Black cabbie and I'm in my seat low
And it seems cold we're a melting pot of people
Some of us are citizens, some of us
Ducking police, in the big smoke
No puffin' in public but you could choke
It our cup of tea to be broke
And though they're forever fixing the roads, we love it cause home
We are no longer though we love it when we roam
decker buses, underground buskers
Wherever you may travel know that be in a zone
Capital of the city is my home
And God save the Queen pretty in her throne
We love our family, we miss our lady Di
And the city's crying you can see it from the eye

for the city
I'm for the place I call home
This is a song for the
Streets turn to pavements of
And through the crying grey skies
We pray rays of light forever on our city
You've be proud of where you come from
Everybody with us

Taking pictures the pigeons on a family day
Out in Trafalgar the corner there's a council estate
Where the kids are footy by the 'no ball games' sign
Everybody's got a to be great
Whether that's on savile row, playing down in Wembley
at the Royal Albert Hall or in assembly
We've start somewhere to make it to the 02
There ain't much difference MP's and MC's
We're all in the party, and most are get mills
Dressing up for Notting or shopping down in Westfield
Oxford Street or Hyde to just chill
Great Ormond we pray for all the to get well
Call me Dr Who because I read this in the
Turkish Indian African, Indies down to Pakistan
Europeans and Asians, yeah the living proof that Israelis and Arabs can live together, we're the truth, it's London

Song for the
I'm for the place I call home
is a song for the city
Streets turn to pavements of
And even the crying grey skies
We pray rays of light forever shine on our
You've gotta be proud of where you come
sing with us