Luyện nghe bài hát Amused To Death

Doctor Doctor what is wrong me
This supermarket life is getting
What is the heart of a colour TV
What is the life of a teenage queen
Ooh woman
Ooh western
News hound the air
When Jessica goes down
He latches on to that of detachment
Attracted by the peeling of feeling
The celebrity of the abused the belle
Ooh western
Ooh western
And the of Melrose
their stuff
Is absolute cold enough
And out in the valley warm and
The little ones sit by TV screens
No thoughts to
No to cry
All dry
Down to the last breath
what is wrong with me?
Why am I so out of
The said excuse me ma'am
This has amused itself to death
Amused itself to
Amused to death
We watched the unfold
We did as we were
We bought and
It was the show on earth
But then it was
We and aahed
We our racing cars
We ate our last few of caviar
And somewhere out there in the
A keen-eyed
Spied a flickering
Our last
Our last
And when they our shadows
Grouped around the TV
They ran down lead
repeated every test
They out all the data on their lists
And then the anthropologists
Admitted they were still
But on every other reason
For our sad
They logged the left
This has amused itself to death
No tears to cry, no 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 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 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."
"When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?"
[Alf:] "Ah, I was eighty-seven, that would be the year, ninete...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four."