Luyện nghe bài hát Old England

A man looks up on a sky
And the rain to rust in his eye
Rumors of his health are
Old England is

His clothes are a dirty of blue
And his ancient shoes, through
He from me and he lies to you
Old England is

Still he an Empire's song
Still he his navy strong
And he sticks his flag where it all
Old is dying

asking what makes me sigh now
What it is me shudder so
Well, I freeze in the wind
And I'm from the pummeling of the snow

That from high in yellow skies
Where the well loved flag of flies
Where the homes are warm and the mothers
Where laugh and babies cry

Where criminals are televised, fraternized
are dignified and everyone is civilized
And children stare heroin eyes, heroin eyes, heroin eyes
Old England, old England, old England is dying,

has fallen, swans are singing
The of Sunday's bells is ringing
The in the trees is sighing
And old England is