Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of London

Have you seen the old man, in the market
kicking up the papers, with his worn-out
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, lonely
and say for you the sun don't
Let me you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of
I'll you something, to make you change your mind.

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