Luyện nghe bài hát Swing It Far

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

Mr Jennings, good housemaster, 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 into life's endless melee.
melee.

Parents listened, didn't get it. Poof and Jesse, 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 and mess around.
And around.
far from suburbia.
Doss down and dirty, up tight.
How's father? Not too chipper?
Serves the flippin' 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 rude survival, hot overtures.
Sad departure, sweet arrival. If you don't like it, up yours!

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