Luyện nghe bài hát Stop the World

The panorama of the is wrong
In fact the city seems to be
Burning burning smoke in my eyes
a flat burning junkheap for twenty square miles

They took it the nuclear mine
Judging by this, they left nothing
Down in the in the crust of the earth
Now crouch the wealthy and the noble of

If I could a ride a train the city
That this as our fate
I'd hide from central
To the inducer gate

Not the by-pass
Across the hooks
Through the and desks and screens
Of the Kremlin's crook of

There's some in a circuit board
A destination of the
Scanning the wild
Blowing through the Berlin

Spotlit in a palace, shielded dust
Malfunction or not, the is the crux
So far away from us, shaking the mystery tears
One night in Ladbroke Grove

Far away in the of Omaha
got it nailed down-swiss tight
The bank of Europe, the emperors and kings
Curl in the as the burning of leaves
And I've cleaned my guitar