Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Westway

There blue skies in my city today
Everything was sinking, snow would come on sunday
The old was due and the traffic grew
Up on the
Where I watching comets lonesome trails
up above me the jet fuel it fell
Down to earth where the always comes first
And the sirens
Bring us the day switch off the machines
Cos men in yellow jackets putting adverts my dreams
An automated song and the whole gone
Fallen the spell of
The distance us when we communicate
Still picking up shortwave, they're out in space
It depends how you're wired when the night's on
Under the
Now magic arrows hitting the bull
Doing one eighty standing at last call
When the flags down and the Last Post sounds
Just like a song
For the way I about you
Paradise's not lost, in you
On a basis I apologise
But I am going to

Sing it out and sing it to you
Am I out at sea
'Til a tide me up off the Westway