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

I bless them
Farewell to this cheerless marshes
Hemmed in like a boar 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 Mother's bridal veil?
Oh
And so, I checked all the registered facts
And I was shocked into to discover
How I'm the pale descendant
Of some old queen or

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 never even what drugs were
Oh
So, I broke 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 it's and dry
And talk about things
But when you're tied to your apron
No-one talks about
Oh

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

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

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

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

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