Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Living Englishman

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

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

But it's such a blue
The curtains round the bed are
Broadcast voices the ward
The of machines hurt
But are distances between

Yes there are between

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he was never be
The Greatest Englishman
He had ideas above his
Minor virtues go

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

A of no significance