Luyện nghe bài hát Yours Truly, Confused N10

Dear sir or madame, I don't write to the press
But the neighbourhood where I grew up is really depressed.
Society is crumbling but the obsessed with boobs, bums,
Dot com, millionaires, fame, fashion, shares
But people they couldn't less.

While parliamentary yobbos abuse around the house
Do-gooders and lead our nation to defeat.
murderers and terrorists get compassionate release
You're out now. back on the street yeh, back on the street.

why I remain yours truly, confused N10.

I close my eyes and lay back and I 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 stock divided without 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.
When away the ponces plead to all and sundry
Referee about me?

So forgive my lack of confidence and low esteem
But the dog eat dog has deemed us all has-beens.
While our smiling bland spin doctors slyly lead us down the
to a in the back.

I'm much too terrified to go out at night but the boring.
They're vandalising all the on the street
but I won't lay down and defeat.

That's why I yours truly, confused N10

you goodnight