Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Living Englishman

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

It's a melancholy blue
Or a grey of no
Plastic coated
A space to his suitcase
As it's from 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 distances

Yes there are between

His aspirations him nightly
And to so little
Too much self in his
Now he never, ever be
The Greatest 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 a thousand times or more
He's well prepared of that he's
But still it's such a blue
As he erased a of history
Much as intended to

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

And the love he engendered
Would never be
For him to feel
and tender
He'd shut himself

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

And he was gonna be
The Greatest Englishman
He had above his station
Minor go unmentioned

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

A of no significance