Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Living Englishman

we are then, here we are
Notes from a
And he will ever be
The Greatest Englishman

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

But it's such a blue
The round the bed are drawn
voices from the ward
The humming of machines
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 Living Englishman

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

It's been rehearsed a times or more
well prepared of that he's sure
But still such a melancholy blue
As he erased a page of
Much as intended to

He wouldn't speak or you he was happy
Though you'd him with your eyes
There was a wall always stood between you
He'd shut himself

And the that he engendered
Would be enough
For him to feel
Warm and
He'd shut outside

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

And he was gonna be
The Greatest Englishman
He had above his station
Minor virtues go

Little England you fit a straightjacket
by the genius of others
He
To conquer the world is not to the
even the shadow of the memory of your face

A grey of no