Luyện nghe bài hát Yours Truly, Confused N10

Dear sir or madame, I normally 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, shares
But people couldn't care less.

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

That's why I remain truly, confused N10.

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

That's why I yours truly, confused N10

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

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

I'm too terrified to go out at night but the television's boring.
They're vandalising all the cars on the
but I won't lay and take defeat.

That's why I yours truly, confused N10

you goodnight