Luyện nghe bài hát White City

The White City, a joke of a name
It's a violent place if I remember the game
I couldn't wait to get out but I to go home
To remember the White fighting

The White City Fighting, remember,
The White Fighting, remember, remember

Down to the refuge, QPR
I to committees in my German car
to violence, prone to shame
I glide in silence, my in vain
For no one remembers, not I can see
That we were defenders, we the free

The White City, blood was an
Now it is analyzed just as though it fiction
That battles were won and were blown
At the height of the City fighting

The White City Fighting, remember,
The White City Fighting, remember,

No one remembers, not I can see
That we defenders, we were the free

The City, I finally grew up
To the temptation the gutters all threw up
But I to go back, I guess I'm violence prone
To the White City fighting, yeah

The White Fighting, remember, remember......(fade)