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, or Birmingham
But I care,
I should to see my

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

I Charles, don't you ever crave
To appear on the of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your bridal veil?
Oh
And so, I all the registered historical facts
And I was into shame to discover
How I'm the pale descendant
Of some old queen or

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

Some nine-year old tough who peddles
I to God
I swear, I never knew what drugs were
Oh
So, I into the palace
With a sponge and a rusty
She said, "Eh, I know you, and you sing"
I said, "That's nothing, you hear me play piano"

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

We can go for a where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious
Like 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 kill me

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

the pub who saps your body
And the church who'll snatch 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 your
The is dead, boys
And it's so on a limb

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