Luyện nghe bài hát Amused To Death

Doctor Doctor what is wrong me
This life is getting long
What is the life of a colour TV
What is the shelf of a teenage queen
Ooh woman
Ooh western
hound sniffs the air
When Jessica Hahn goes
He latches on to that of detachment
Attracted by the peeling of feeling
The of the abused shell the belle
Ooh woman
Ooh girl
And the of Melrose
their stuff
Is absolute zero enough
And out in the warm and clean
The little sit by their TV screens
No to think
No to cry
All dry
Down to the very breath
Bartender what is wrong me?
Why am I so out of
The captain excuse me ma'am
This species has amused to death
itself to death
Amused to death
We watched the unfold
We did as we were
We and sold
It was the greatest show on
But it was over
We ohhed and
We our racing cars
We ate our few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the
A look-out
Spied a light
Our hurrah
Our last
And when found our shadows
Grouped around the TV
ran down every lead
They every test
They checked out all the on their lists
And the alien anthropologists
they were still perplexed
But on every other reason
For our sad
logged the explanation 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 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 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, I was eighty-seven, that would be the year, ninete...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four."