Luyện nghe bài hát Little Palaces

In chocolate town all the trains are brown
On the silver paper of the there's a dapper little man
And he wears a wax mustache that he twists with fingers

As he drops his cigarette ash and comes and sweeps it up
And then he doffs his cap and there's a rat in someones
And they're shutting trap
And soon be pulling down the little palaces

And the doors swing back and forward, from the past the present
And the bedside crucifixion turns wood to phosphorescent
And they're moving problem families the south up to the north

Mothers crying over some soft opera divorce
And you say you do it, but you know you did of course
And soon be pulling down the little palaces
It's like shouting in a matchbox, with plasterboard and hope

Like a picture of Prince William in the of John the Pope
There's a world of intentions and pity in their eyes
The sedated of England are their's to vandalize

So you knock the kids about a bit, because got your name
And you knock the about a bit, until they feel the same
And they feel like down the little palaces

You're the twinkle in daddy's eye, a name you spray and scribble
You made the girls all turn their heads and in turn made you miserable
To be the heir apparent, to the kingdom of the

So you knock the kids about a bit because they've got name
And you the kids about a bit, until they feel the same
And they feel like knocking down the palaces