Luyện nghe bài hát Where We've Left Our Love

On the English Riviera the penguins and the waders.
In a chip on the front with the tacky seaside traders.
In a flooded cottage kitchen by the fire you built.
In a B B in Peebles, underneath a kilt.
In Barnardo's, Research, in Shelter and Oxfam.
In a pub in Skipton, on a rusty Blackpool tram.
The Beach and Coral Island, at the end of the North Pier.
On the with the wild ponies and the sheep shit and the deer.

In a of the Sub Club.
On the Art old dance floor.
In the hall and in the bath, outside the downstairs door.
On a in the Trossachs,
on the NY streets, in a hotel by a park, it's written in the sheets.

In the at Ilfracombe,
up the A82,
the cinema in Europe,
standing in the queue.
The all-night of Glasgow,
the freezing of Aberdeen,
in every corner, every room and bed we've ever been.

where we've left our love.