Luyện nghe bài hát The Queen Is Dead

Oh! Take me to dear old Blighty,
Put me on the train for Town,
me anywhere,
me anywhere,
Liverpool, or Birmingham
But I care,
I like to see my

I don't bless
Farewell to land's cheerless marshes
Hemmed in like a between arches
Her very with a head in a sling
I'm truly sorry, but it sounds a wonderful thing

I said Charles, you ever crave
To on the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your bridal veil?
Oh
And so, I checked all the registered historical
And I was shocked shame to discover
How I'm the 18th pale
Of old queen or other

Oh, has the world changed, or have I
Oh has the world changed, or I changed?

Some nine-year old tough who peddles
I to God
I swear, I never even knew drugs were
Oh
So, I broke the palace
With a and a rusty spanner
She said, "Eh, I you, and you cannot sing"
I said, "That's nothing, you should hear me piano"

We can go for a walk where it's and dry
And talk about things
But when tied to your Mother's apron
No-one talks about
Oh

We can go for a walk where quiet and dry
And talk precious things
love and law and poverty
Oh, these are the things that me

We can go for a walk where quiet and dry
And talk precious things
But the rain flattens my hair
Oh, these are the things that me

All their lies about and long hair, are still there

Past the pub who saps your
And the who'll snatch your money
The Queen is dead,
And so lonely on a limb
Past the pub that your body
And the church, all they is your money
The Queen is dead,
And so lonely on a limb

Life is very long, when lonely
Life is long, when you're lonely
Life is very long, you're lonely
Life is very long, when lonely