Luyện nghe bài hát Yours Truly, Confused N10

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

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

why I remain yours truly, confused N10.

I my eyes and lay back and I think of England.
I about that green and pleasant land we knew as England.
That throne of kings, that isle set in a silver sea
Has turned into a laughing stock without harmony.

why I remain yours truly, confused N10

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

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

I'm much too to go out at night but the television's boring.
vandalising all the cars on the street
but I lay down and take defeat.

That's why I remain truly, confused N10

Thank you