Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of London

Have you the old man, in the closed-down market
kicking up the papers, with his worn-out
In his you'd see no pride, hand held loosely by his side
yesterday's papers, telling news

So how can you me, you're lonely
and say for you the sun don't
Let me you by the hand,
and you through the streets of London
show you something, to make you change your mind.

Have you seen the old girl, who the streets of London
Dirt in her hair, and her in rags?
She's no for talking, she just keeps right on walking.
her home, in two carrier bags.

In the all-night cafe, at a past eleven
old man sitting there, on his own.
Looking at the world, the rim of his tea-cup.
Each tea lasts an hour, he wanders home alone.

Have you seen the old man outside the Seaman's
Memory with the medal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city, the rain a little pity,
For one forgotten hero, and a world that doesn't care.