Luyện nghe bài hát Amused To Death

Doctor what is wrong with me
supermarket life is getting long
What is the heart of a colour TV
What is the shelf of a teenage queen
Ooh western
Ooh western
News sniffs the air
When Jessica Hahn goes
He latches on to that of detachment
Attracted by the away of feeling
The celebrity of the shell the belle
Ooh western
Ooh girl
And the of Melrose
Strut their
Is zero cold enough
And out in the warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV
No thoughts to
No to cry
All dry
to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong me?
Why am I so out of
The captain said me ma'am
This species has itself to death
Amused itself to
itself to death
We watched the unfold
We did as we told
We and sold
It was the show on earth
But then it was
We ohhed and
We our racing cars
We ate our last few of caviar
And somewhere out in the stars
A look-out
a flickering light
Our hurrah
Our last
And when found our shadows
Grouped around the TV
They ran down lead
repeated every test
They checked out all the data on lists
And then the alien
Admitted they still perplexed
But on eliminating every reason
For our sad
They logged the explanation
This species has amused to death
No to cry, no feelings left
This species has amused itself to
(switch channels)

[Alf Razzell:] "Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at Aras. And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed; it was as though he...he was now a human being instead of some of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those years ago. And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it, because always before, whenever I thought of him, I said to myself, 'Was there something else that I could have done?' [background: "I'd rather die, I'd rather die..."] And that always sort of worried me. And having seen him, and his name in the register - as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name - and seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened my...heart, if you like."
[woman:] "When was it you saw his name on the memorial?"
[Alf:] "Ah, I was eighty-seven, that would be the year, ninete...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four."