Luyện nghe bài hát The English Scheme

O'er grassy dale, and scene
see, come hear, the English Scheme.
The lower-class, brass, bad chests, scrounge fags.
The clever ones tend to
Like your psychotic big brother, who left
For jobs in Holland, Munich,
He's thick but he struck it rich,
The commune crap, camp bop, middle-class,
Guess that's why they end up in
He's the green in us all
He's the in us all
Condescends to men
nice to them
They talk of while driving through Haslingdon
You got hour weeks, and stone stone toilet back-gardens
Peter Cook's jokes, bad dope, check shirts, groups
Point their fingers at
pokey quaint streets in Cambridge
Cycles our spastic heritage
Its a gay red, roundhead, career, grim head
If we was smart emigrate