Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Living Englishman

Here we are then, we are
Notes from a
And he never ever be
The Greatest Living

It's such a melancholy
Or a grey of no
Plastic surfaces
A space to place his
As passed from A to B

But such a melancholy blue
The round the bed are drawn
Broadcast voices from the
The of machines hurt
But are distances between

Yes are distances between

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

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

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

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

And the love he engendered
Would be enough
For him to feel
Warm and
shut himself outside

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

And he was gonna be
The Greatest Living
He had ideas above his
virtues go unmentioned

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 of your face

A of no significance