Luyện nghe bài hát THE UPPER CLASSES

Some of the clothes you stole from your home
Make you in the dark
Make you light up the on your own

Formative years were a
But we passed the time
I'm in cahoots with the upper now

Put it all in a fund
She can't touch till she's one
the cruel hand of fate
A tax against the state

You had to three times this year
I'd rather be any but here
The champagne highs and the giddy
Are

House is here
Can't believe that the vanishing point
Can hardly
People in houses behind the trees

Formative years a drag
But we the time somehow
I'm in cahoots with the classes now

cunt's really got it sassed
Selling wine, drugs
You can get so far with a wit
But the money's in trust, it?

What treasures can you hold and
You have the right face
But the champagne highs and the giddy
Are

Some of your friends, from other life
Just belong
They're and they're plain
It's not their fault the world they're from
And you can't come here no
Unless you use the man's door

There's wrong with inherited wealth
If you melt the yourself, put it all in a trust fund
an heiress at twenty one
The highs and the giddy lights, paradise

Some of the clothes you stole from lover's home
Are better the clothes
We stole from the shops on own

years were a drag
But we passed the time
I'm in cahoots with the classes now