Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Living Englishman

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

It's such a blue
Or a of no significance
Plastic surfaces
A space to his suitcase
As passed from A to B

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

Yes there are between

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

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

It's been rehearsed a thousand or more
He's well prepared of he's sure
But it's such a melancholy blue
As he a page of history
Much as he'd to

He wouldn't speak or show you he was
Though you'd meet him with your
There was a wall always stood between you
He'd himself outside

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

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

And he was never be
The Living Englishman
He had ideas his station
virtues go unmentioned

Little England you fit a straightjacket
Hemmed by the of others
He
To conquer the is not to the trace
Remove even the shadow of the of your face

A grey of no