Luyện nghe bài hát Overture

This is the story of the Of Norton Folgate

Old Jack Norris, the musical shrimp and the ramble...

A little bit of this, would you like a bit of

But in like this, you should wear a coat, a nice warm hat
A needle and the hand stitches of time
Battling Levinsky versus Burk
and weaving, an invisible line

So step for and both light on our feet
travel many along dim silent street

Would you a bit of this, or a little bit of that? (Misses)
A little bit of what you does you no harm, you know that
The steady echo of the passing beat
A continual dark of people
In it's transience and in permanence
But, when the streetlamp fills the gutter with
So many priceless items and sold

So for step and both light on our feet
travel many along dim silent street (together)

Once round Circus, and up through Petticoat Lane
the well of shadows, and once back round again
Arm in arm, with an air
To where the stare
Out of the windows
Because we are living kings
And these days last forever

Cos sailors from Africa, and the archipelago of Malay
Jump ship ragged and penniless into Shadwells Bay
The and Irish wagtails, mothers of midnight
The music hall carousel enspilling out bonfire light
Sending half crazed shadows, dancing up the brick wall
Of Mr beer factory, waving, bottles ten feet tall

Whether one calls it Spitalfields, Whitechapel, Hamlets
Or Banglatown. We're all dancing in the moonlight, all
On ground.

Oh, I'm just walking down to, I'm floating down through
Won't you come with me, to the Liberty of Norton
But wait!
that?
Dan
And the Limehouse

walking nowhere, oh I'm happy just floating about
(Have a banana)
On a Sunday afternoon, the all call and shout
To no-one in
people you know, you're just basking in you're own company
The technicolour world's going by, but you're the in your own movie

Cos in the Liberty of Norton
Walking wild and free, in your hand coat,
Happy to float
In this taste of liberty
A of everything you see

They're coming and right
Trying to flog you stuff you don't need or
And a smiling chap your hand
And drags you in his Uncles
(ee-yar, ee-yar, ee-yar)

There's a Chinese man hard to flog you moody DVDs
You know? seen the film, it's black and white, it's got no sound
And a man's pops up and down
Right across widescreen TV
(Only a fiver)
('Ow much?)
(Alright, two for quid)
(Ee-yar, ee-yar, look, I'm it away)
(Givin' it away!)

Cos in the Liberty of Folgate
Walking wild and free, in your second coat,
just to float
In this piece of liberty
You're a part of you see

the sturdy old fellows, pickpockets, dandy's, extortioners
And wanderers, the feeble, the ghastly, upon whom death
Had placed a very hand,
Some in and patches,
Reeling inarticulate full of noisy and inordinate
That jars upon the ear
And an aching sensation to both pair of eyeballs
(Noisy and vivacity)

ahhhhhh ahhhhh etc etc

In the was a fear of the immigrant
In the was a fear of the immigrant
He's made his way to the dark riverside

In the beginning was a of the immigrant
In the beginning was a of the immigrant
He's made his there down by the dark riverside

ahhhhhh ahhhhh etc etc

He made his home down by the riverside
They made their homes there down by the
The city sprang up the dark river Thames

They made home there down by the riverside
They made their homes there by the riverside
The city up from the dark mud of the Thames
say it again

(Ha ha ha, right)

'Cos in the Liberty of Norton
Walking and free
And in second hand coat
Happy to float
In little taste of liberty
Cos a part of everything you see
Yes, you're a of everything you see

With a bit of this
And a little bit of
A bit of what you like does you no harm
And you that

ahhhhhh ahhhhh etc etc (repeat to end)