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 like to see my

I don't them
Farewell to this cheerless marshes
Hemmed in a boar between arches
Her very with a head in a sling
I'm truly sorry, but it sounds a wonderful thing

I said Charles, don't you ever
To on the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your Mother's bridal
Oh
And so, I all the registered historical facts
And I was shocked into shame to
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 have I

Some nine-year old tough who drugs
I to God
I swear, I never even knew what drugs
Oh
So, I broke into the
a sponge and a rusty spanner
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 about precious things
But you're tied to your Mother's apron
No-one about castration
Oh

We can go for a where it's quiet and dry
And talk precious things
Like and law and poverty
Oh, these are the things kill me

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

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

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

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