Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of London

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

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

you seen the old girl, who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair, and her clothes in
She's no time for talking, she just keeps on walking.
Carrying her home, in two bags.

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

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