Luyện nghe bài hát Exile on Princes Street

I saw a blue umbrella in street garden
Heading out west for the lothian
An evening news stuffed in the pocket
Little did I know he had a heavy load

I found I was walking dockyards
Where the only working was the foreign film crews
Making an documentary
For the news, for the
To the

And all we're left is the black, black oil
With a of pride and identity
The waters behind we shouldn't forget
low in the books of history

I saw the starlings wheel round georgian
They're gathering on in the skies
In the distance burns the of grangemouth
And the is lost

What it inspire
When we take, you know is no distance
How talked about in the secret affairs
Taking our ride into the
To be it was or could have been
What I have said

And all we're left with is the black, oil
With a strong of national pride
'till we take some steps to unity
it back to me
Take
(? )

And all left with is the black, black oil
With a strong sense of national
Calling the (ministry? ) for
What it to me, what it said
we could have had

I saw a blue in princes street garden
out west for the lothian road
An news stuck deep in the pocket
Little did I know that fall
a heavy load

And all left with is the black, black oil
With a strong sense of national
Calling a name in the sake of
What it meant to me you'll never
You'll know

I see forced in servant exile
Turning around at command
All I want to see is
What I could been
I did
Could been

exile
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