Luyện nghe bài hát Yours Truly Confused N10

Dear sir or madam, I normally write to the press
But the neighborhood I grew up is really quite depressed
is crumbling but the media's obsessed with boobs, bums
Dot-com millionaires, fame, fashion, shares
But people they care less

While parliamentary yobbos shout abuse around the
and reformers lead our nation to defeat
While murderers and terrorists get compassionate
You're out now, you're back on the street, yeah, on the street

That's why I yours truly, confused N10

I close my eyes and lay back and I think of
I dream about that green and land we knew as England
That of kings, that sceptred isle set in a silver sea
Has into a laughing stock divided without harmony

why I remain yours truly, confused N10

The burglars have ransacked all the in the street
While Mercs and Posches double park with sheer
When towed the ponces plead to all and sundry
Referee, what me?

So forgive my lack of confidence and total low
But the dog eat dog society has deemed us all
While our smiling bland spin doctors lead us down the track
To a stab in the

I'm much too terrified to go out at night but the television's
vandalizing all the cars on the street
But I won't lay down and defeat

That's why I remain truly, confused N10

Thank you,