Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Living Englishman

Here we are then, we are
Notes a suicide
And he will never be
The Greatest Englishman

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

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

Yes there are distances

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

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

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

He wouldn't speak or show you he was
you'd meet him with your eyes
There was a that always stood between you
He'd shut himself

And the that he engendered
never be enough
For him to alive
and tender
He'd himself outside

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

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

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

A of no significance