Luyện nghe bài hát The Queen Is Dead (Take Me Back to Dear Old Blighty)

Oh! me back to dear old Blighty,
Put me on the for London Town,
me anywhere,
me anywhere,
Liverpool, Leeds or
But I care,
I should to see my

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

I said Charles, don't you ever
To appear on the of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your Mother's bridal
Oh
And so, I all the registered historical facts
And I was shocked shame to discover
How I'm the 18th pale
Of some old or other

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

nine-year old tough who peddles drugs
I to God
I swear, I even knew what drugs were
Oh
So, I into the palace
With a and a rusty spanner
She said, "Eh, I know you, and you sing"
I said, "That's nothing, you should hear me piano"

We can go for a walk where quiet and dry
And talk about precious
But when you're tied to Mother's apron
No-one talks castration
Oh

We can go for a walk it's quiet and dry
And about precious things
love and law and poverty
Oh, these are the things that me

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

All lies about make-up and long hair, are still there

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

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