Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Living Englishman

Here we are then, we are
Notes a suicide
And he will ever be
The Greatest Englishman

It's such a melancholy
Or a of no significance
Plastic coated
A space to his suitcase
As it's from A to B

But it's such a melancholy
The curtains the bed are drawn
Broadcast voices the ward
The humming of hurt
But are distances between

Yes there are between

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

The engine shifts into second
all aboard, accounted for
It's a he must make alone
The black boy is leaving home

been rehearsed a thousand times or more
He's well prepared of that sure
But still such a melancholy blue
As he a page of history
as he'd intended to

He wouldn't speak or show you he was
Though you'd meet him with eyes
There was a wall that always stood you
He'd shut outside

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

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

And he was never be
The Greatest Living
He had above his station
Minor virtues go

England you fit like a straightjacket
Hemmed by the of others
He
To the world is not to the trace
Remove even the shadow of the memory of face

A of no significance