Luyện nghe bài hát Basil

My Saturday job pays six and six
A boy at the Chronicle
cigarettes and two silver half crowns
Meeting at Mark Toney's in town
Boy, do we get

Basil sits there on the for subs
But not a part of the club
blue sweater, too old for the job
Bored out of his
With the Colins and

I'm a and a lad
And I'm up for the
And I've a Gateshead girl

He calls for a copy boy, as hell
Poets to eat as well
What he wouldn't give just to out today
To have time to about time
And young thrown away

I'm a and a lad
And I'm up for the
And kissed a Gateshead girl

Starlings
A cloud over Street
the black church
Over the Black
And the Keep

He peers his wire rims
At the and chip words
supposed to dish up and forget
His now has become slightly blurred
By one of his Players cigarettes

all joy
Put the in sacks
And bury me here with the

In the summer the
stretch over the Moor
Lovers will lie and out in the park
Basil on his old duffel and scarf
And goes out the dark