Luyện nghe bài hát The Red And The Black

Reflecting on the Empire after eight... head on a plate
white wine... The imperials circulated... Captain sips his brandy,
curses Ghandi, dreams Napoleon and Delhi turns to jelly; ducks;
Calcutta shivers down in its hole... Old is out to rule the waves
again - on the table! Routing the reds and the browns and the
yellows. Black sky... the missles home! (It's half for me, half
for my company)

My union's is Jack, and it's a ripper! hammers her head with a
sickle, monkey to the tree. The lasers, they beam from the stars and
is charred. Peking is leaking. Tripoli's stripped (ha! ha!) -
Mohammed, he flees from his mountain, counting the in the stadiums
with his on cos the white light hurts his eyes. And Captain, he
cries, Captain, he screams, falls out of bed. It's a dream (?)
wipes his forehead, whispers "try to sleep... back to sleep..."