Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Clocks

(Thomas)
Hey, hey, I see a Melbourne girl on a rusty Star,
the spastic Northcote streets at dawn
See the way her hair's back,
Her cheeks so red, a coat ragged and worn.
Picture this, a boy,
He stands outside a Collingwood
On his black and white,
He hums a tune I've to hate so well.
But oh oh, won't you me
Under the clocks, go walking by the river
the mud and through the slime
Are you so surprised,
That I am here, of cheer
In this city, in the Winter time.
Well I'll tell you what, such a lark,
We'll take a walk down Fawkner
And the health fanatics,
See them, they go there.
buy some chips, a piece of flake,
Drive down and eat by the lake,
I know a in Chapel Street
Where could compare.
But oh oh, won't you me
Under the clocks, we'll go by the river
the mud and through the slime
Are you so surprised,
That I am here, of cheer
In fair city, in the Winter time.
We could find a pub it is warm,
up our racing form,
Hit the TAB, we'll blow our money there, me this -
Is anywhere you'd rather be
Than me at the MCG,
And if the Saints get again,
By Christ, I care.
But oh oh, you meet me
Under the clocks, go walking by the river
the mud and through the slime
Are you so surprised,
That I am here, of cheer
In this city, in the Winter time.
In the Winter time, in the Winter
In the time, brrr!