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

It's such a blue
Or a grey of no
coated surfaces
A space to place his
As it's passed A to B

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

Yes there are distances

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

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

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

He wouldn't or show you he was happy
Though you'd meet him your eyes
There was a wall that stood between you
shut himself outside

And the love that he
Would be enough
For him to alive
and tender
He'd shut himself

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

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

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

A of no significance