Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Far

I was no on the rugger field.
Pushing and kicking, brutish boys me.
and caring seemed the lighter, brighter way to be.

Mr Jennings, housemaster, seemed instinctively to understand.
Touched me his gentle presence.
bedclothes, underhand. Underhand.
Overnight, he did a runner, threatened with expose.
I fell to pieces, dropped out of classes into endless melee.
melee.

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

Camden in the winter,
a cold stone's throw from Town.
Got a minute? the ticket!
Meet the boys and around.
And around.
far from suburbia.
Doss down and dirty, up tight.
How's father? Not too chipper?
Serves the bugger right.
right.

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

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