Luyện nghe bài hát Old England

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

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

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

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

falls from high in yellow skies
Where the well loved flag of flies
Where the are warm and the mothers sigh
Where comedians and babies cry

Where criminals are televised, politicians
Journalists are and everyone is civilized
And stare with heroin eyes, heroin eyes, heroin eyes
Old England, old England, old England is dying,

Evening has fallen, are singing
The last of Sunday's bells is
The in the trees is sighing
And old is dying