Luyện nghe bài hát Yours Truly Confused N10

Dear sir or madam, I don't write to the press
But the where I grew up is really quite depressed
Society is crumbling but the media's obsessed boobs, bums
Dot-com millionaires, fame, fashion, FTSE
But people they care less

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

That's why I yours truly, confused N10

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

That's why I yours truly, confused N10

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

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

I'm much too terrified to go out at but the television's boring
They're vandalizing all the cars on the
But I lay down and take defeat

That's why I remain truly, confused N10

you, goodnight