Luyện nghe bài hát Yours Truly Confused N10

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

While parliamentary yobbos shout around the house
Do-gooders and reformers lead our to defeat
While and terrorists get compassionate release
You're out now, back on the street, yeah, back on the street

That's why I yours truly, confused N10

I my eyes and lay back and I think of England
I dream about that green and pleasant land we as England
That of kings, that sceptred isle set in a silver sea
Has turned into a laughing stock divided harmony

That's why I yours truly, confused N10

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

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

I'm much too to go out at night but the television's boring
They're vandalizing all the on the street
But I won't lay and take defeat

That's why I remain truly, confused N10

you, goodnight