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

Oh! Take me back to 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 them
Farewell to this land's marshes
Hemmed in like a boar arches
Her very Lowness a head in a sling
I'm truly sorry, but it sounds like a wonderful

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

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

Some nine-year old tough who peddles
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 where it's quiet and dry
And talk about things
But when tied to your Mother's apron
No-one talks about
Oh

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

We can go for a walk where quiet and dry
And talk about things
But the rain that 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 so lonely on a limb
Past the pub wrecks your body
And the church, all they want is money
The is dead, boys
And it's so on a limb

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