Luyện nghe bài hát The English Scheme

O'er grassy dale, and scene
see, come hear, the English Scheme.
The lower-class, want brass, bad chests, fags.
The ones tend to emigrate
Like your psychotic big brother, who home
For in Holland, Munich, Rome
He's thick but he it rich, switch
The crap, camp bop, middle-class, flip-flop
Guess why they end up in bands
He's the green in us all
the creep-creep in us all
Condescends to men
Very to them
talk of Chile while driving through Haslingdon
You got sixty hour weeks, and stone stone back-gardens
Peter jokes, bad dope, check shirts, lousy groups
Point their at America
pokey quaint streets in Cambridge
Cycles our distant heritage
Its a gay red, roundhead, career, grim head
If we was smart we'd