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 train for Town,
me anywhere,
me anywhere,
Liverpool, Leeds or
But I care,
I like to see my

I bless them
Farewell to this land's cheerless
Hemmed in like a boar arches
Her very Lowness with a in a sling
I'm truly sorry, but it sounds a wonderful thing

I Charles, don't you ever crave
To appear on the of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your Mother's bridal
Oh
And so, I checked all the registered historical
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 changed, or have I changed?

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

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

We can go for a walk where quiet and dry
And talk about things
Like and law and poverty
Oh, these are the things kill me

We can go for a walk it's quiet and dry
And talk about things
But the rain that flattens my
Oh, are the things that kill me

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

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

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