Luyện nghe bài hát This Is England

Welcome to England, sit down have a
Fresh from the let me grab the bread and butter
See for some it's 'blingin' and big money
But for me it's tea and chip buttys
for fit honeys, and they're fit buddies
Hit the town, clatter pints, eat curries
When sit and study
And we graft mate day and night like kid cudi
Our culture is
Many have a close relationship with scully mulder
Some are a too friendly with Charlie
Relying on his presence depending on him to
So we're bingeing while the world's
And tabloid are constantly infringing
On the privacy of they call celebrities
They're courting the fame but then the media are their

is England, home of the English
Party hard and we like big fish
Out on the lash all night
Council dreams from rags to riches
It's the UK, where the tunes
All night til the of a new day
Many are followers do what the say
Jimmy sees things crystal clear bluray

The country landing on the moon is eclipsed
By the cup win mate in sixty six
Bobby Charlton, Bobby Moore, Hurst
are on the pitch, iconic red shirts
And we're dead one day to lift it again
believe we didn't win it with Sven
But we've got the best on the planet
Right on our bruv this is bloody magic
Typified by the three
And the bulldog spirit we never give up we keep
to the Stones, Coldplay, Oasis
Where the St George's was by racists
We've had punks, skinheads, and rockers
Doc martens, parkers, denims and
New romantics, rudeboys, ravers,
But now everyone just to be famous!!!

is England, home of the English
Party hard and we like big fish
Out on the lash all binges
Council estate from rags to riches
It's the UK, where the play
All night til the of a new day
Many are followers do the crew say
Jimmy sees crystal clear like bluray

is where we're from
People is England
is where we're from
People this is

selective of what we drink
Either it's get the in or I'll have a mug of twinings
PG Tips, Yorkshire,
It's all about the rola cola forget
The school playground, is like a fashion
the poor kid hits like a hammer blow
And if running your mouth you better back it
Cos if you think you're hard enough
Then geeza and have a go
Kids write rhymes, talk about crime
And how every minute of the day is high time
birds, babies their 'fav' word
Til they gave birth, all of a they ain't heard
From the father, doesn't wanna know the infant
Another potential delinquent
Growing up on the mate,
So sad, no dad, candidates for when they go mad

This is England, of the English
Party hard and we drink big fish
Out on the lash all night
Council estate dreams rags to riches
It's the UK, where the tunes
All night til the of a new day
are followers do what the crew say
Jimmy things crystal clear like bluray