Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Living Englishman

Here we are then, we are
Notes a suicide
And he never ever be
The Living Englishman

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

But it's such a blue
The curtains round the bed are
Broadcast voices from the
The humming of machines
But there are distances

Yes there are between

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

The engine shifts into gear
all aboard, accounted for
It's a journey he make alone
The sheep boy is leaving home

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

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

And the love that he
never be enough
For him to feel
Warm and
He'd shut outside

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

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

Little you fit like a straightjacket
Hemmed by the genius of
He
To conquer the is not to the trace
Remove even the of the memory of your face

A grey of no