Luyện nghe bài hát Vicky Verky

With her hair up in his
The and chips smell lingers
Under amber street
She holds the law in her

The moistness of the night
Falls silent through the
Although she's fourteen
She really knows her

And up the sidings
him and her they're lying
Hand in hand they
my missus and I'm your mister

The as white and virgin
And she was on the
your first nibble
When best friends so little

really trooped the colors
When walking with other
And all her mates would
As ladylike wiggle

All along the street
They'd out on an ice cream
sometimes really treat her
But done his mother's meter

Well, he off to Borstal
He said he was forced to
Rob the of hi fi's
'Cause she was ill and she cry

Each morning she got
Her sometimes hit her
If she'd have the story
She have been so sorry

He a letter and admitted it
There was else to do but get rid of it
Lonely in his dormitory, he'd sit and
Is for real and is it really fair?

came, so they went
Down to the in his tent
She cooked upon his
And sampled cider

She him in his rucksack
I think, I that chance back
To be the one who
Will love you

To be the one
Who forever love you