Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Living Englishman

Here we are then, we are
Notes from a
And he will ever be
The Greatest Living

such a melancholy blue
Or a grey of no
Plastic coated
A space to place his
As it's passed A to B

But it's a melancholy blue
The round the bed are drawn
Broadcast voices the ward
The humming of machines
But there are distances

Yes there are between

His aspirations him nightly
And to so little
Too much in his writing
Now he will never, be
The Greatest Englishman

The shifts into second gear
They're all aboard, for
a journey he must make alone
The black boy is leaving home

It's rehearsed a thousand times or more
He's well prepared of that he's
But it's such a melancholy blue
As he erased a of history
Much as intended to

He speak or show you he was happy
Though you'd meet him with eyes
was a wall that always stood between you
He'd shut outside

And the love that he
never be enough
For him to alive
and tender
He'd shut outside

Not a or a sham
But dug in deep and
The world could not a man
With so much in his writing

And he was gonna be
The Living Englishman
He had ideas above his
Minor virtues go

Little you fit like a straightjacket
by the genius of others
He
To the world is not to the trace
Remove even the shadow of the memory of your

A of no significance