Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Living Englishman

Here we are then, we are
from a suicide
And he will ever be
The Greatest Englishman

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

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

Yes are distances between

His visited 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 journey he must alone
The black sheep boy is leaving

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

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

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

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

And he was never be
The Living Englishman
He had above his station
Minor go unmentioned

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

A of no significance