Luyện nghe bài hát Amused To Death

Doctor Doctor is wrong with me
This supermarket life is long
What is the heart life of a TV
What is the shelf life of a queen
Ooh woman
Ooh western
News hound the air
When Jessica Hahn down
He latches on to that of detachment
Attracted by the peeling of feeling
The celebrity of the abused the belle
Ooh woman
Ooh western
And the of Melrose
Strut their
Is absolute cold enough
And out in the valley warm and
The little sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to
No to cry
All dry
Down to the very last
what is wrong with me?
Why am I so out of
The captain said me ma'am
This species has amused itself to
Amused itself to
itself to death
We watched the tragedy
We did as we told
We bought and
It was the greatest show on
But it was over
We ohhed and
We drove our cars
We ate our last few of caviar
And out there in the stars
A look-out
Spied a light
Our last
Our hurrah
And when they found our
Grouped around the TV
They ran every lead
repeated every test
They checked out all the data on lists
And then the alien
Admitted they still perplexed
But on every other reason
For our sad
They logged the left
This species has amused to death
No tears to cry, no left
This species has itself to death
(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 sort of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those years ago. And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've 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 that you saw his on the memorial?"
[Alf:] "Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be the year, ninete...eighty-four, eighty-four."