Luyện nghe bài hát Good Morning Britain

Jock's got a in parochial
Ten long and he's still got her
Paying tax and and doing
about it later

And the wind blows hot and the wind cold
But it blows us so we've been told
Music's food the art-biz folds
Let all eat culture

The past is in shame
But fair game
For a life fit for living
Good Britain

years and a loaded gun
Funerals, and the war ain't won
Paddy's a figure of fun
It lightens up the

Corporal sneers at a boy
And he eyes his gun like a rich toy
He's killing than Celtic joy
is not a stranger

And Taffy's gonna come one day
It's a loud sweet voice and it won't way
A house is not a
Your are leaving home, Neil

In the hills and the valleys and far
You can hear the of democracy
The of eternity
With a feel

The past is in shame
But tomorrow's fair
For a that's fit for living
morning Britain

From the Tyne to to the Thames does flow
My English brothers and sisters
It's not a case of you go
race and creed and color

From the cell to the deep dark grave
On the underground's just a stop
Don't be too black, be too gay
get a little duller

But in this green and land
Where I make my home, I make my
Make it cool to be a man
A uniform's a

Love is
And if you stand or if you
Just let them know you your all
Worry about it

The past is in shame
But tomorrow's game
For a that's fit for living
Good Britain

The past is in shame
But tomorrow's fair
For a that's fit for living
morning Britain