Luyện nghe bài hát Little Palaces

In town all the trains are painted brown
On the silver paper of the there's a dapper little man
And he wears a wax mustache that he twists nicotine 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 bedroom
And they're someones trap
And they'll soon be pulling down the palaces

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

Mothers crying over some soap opera divorce
And you say you didn't do it, but you know you did of
And they'll be pulling down the little palaces
It's like shouting in a matchbox, filled with and hope

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

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

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

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