Luyện nghe bài hát Stop the World

The panorama of the city is
In the city seems to be gone
rubber burning smoke in my eyes
There's a flat burning for twenty square miles

They took it into the mine
by this, they left nothing behind
Down in the bunkers in the crust of the
Now the wealthy and the noble of birth

If I could a ride a around the city
holds this as our fate
I'd hide from central
To the shock inducer

Not the by-pass
Across the hooks
Through the phones and desks and
Of the crook of crooks

There's panel in a circuit board
A destination of the
the wild wind
Blowing through the Berlin

in a palace, shielded from dust
Malfunction or not, the failsafe is the
So far away from us, with the mystery tears
One lonely in Ladbroke Grove

Far in the deserts of Omaha
They got it nailed tight
The bank of Europe, the emperors and kings
in the autumn as the burning of leaves
And I've cleaned my guitar