Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Far

I was no good on the field.
Pushing and kicking, brutish bothered me.
Sensitive and seemed the lighter, brighter way to be.

Mr Jennings, good housemaster, seemed to understand.
me with his gentle presence.
bedclothes, underhand. Underhand.
Overnight, he did a runner, with harsh expose.
I fell to pieces, dropped out of classes into life's melee.
melee.

Parents listened, didn't get it. and Jesse, Daddy said.
Mummy tried but and fretted, skeletons best left under bed.
the bed.

Camden in the winter,
a cold stone's from Kentish Town.
Got a minute? the ticket!
Meet the and mess around.
And around.
Independence far suburbia.
Doss down and dirty, up tight.
your father? Not too chipper?
Serves the flippin' right.
right.

Parents listened, didn't get it. Poof and Jesse, said.
Mummy tried but fussed and fretted, skeletons best under bed.
On the streets a survival, hot like-minded overtures.
Sad departure, sweet arrival. If you like it, right up yours!

There a point when deep conviction bears down hard on who you are.
to don cloak of denial,
get the lead out and swing it far... it far...
swing it far... it far... swing it far... swing it...