Luyện nghe bài hát Bulletin Britain

Hello anger its me I've calling almost an hour
I a message on your machine
Yeah, well I guess out
a black guy got killed today
Struck by nine and by one
We all bleed red we
No matter what side of town we're
from

And I was out of town
to the radio
And somebody wanted to
Why does the whole stand accused
And just as the answer was back
I under I railway bridge
And the got lost in a flood of static
We our hands, disguised the bruise

And I should have we'd never do it
see humanity as some screwball work of art
We've gotta pick our shades and our pigments
bulletin Britain rallying round its colour chart

We've been hanging on each news report our heads and loading blanks
It's been slowly interest in the public memory banks
So that if we just close our then we may all be absolved
Don't talk to us about blame, in fact don't talk at all; there problem

And I have known we'd never do it
Never see humanity as some screwball of art
We've pick our shades and choose our pigments
That's bulletin Britain rallying round its chart

And coming to the door spilling names and what they've learned
And she's muttering her 'thank even as the deadbolt turned

I should have we'd never do it
see humanity as some screwball work of art
We've gotta our shades and choose our pigments
That's Britain rallying round its colour chart

We need our borders, our
got each culture on a population graph
Branding the them and us extremist hieroglyphics
And that's bulletin Britain rallying round its colour

Hello anger its me been calling almost an hour
Left a message on your
Yeah, well I guess out