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 life of a teenage queen
Ooh western
Ooh western
News hound the air
When Jessica goes down
He on to that symbol of detachment
by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused the belle
Ooh western
Ooh girl
And the children of
their stuff
Is absolute cold enough
And out in the valley warm and
The ones sit by their TV screens
No to think
No to cry
All dry
Down to the last breath
Bartender what is wrong me?
Why am I so out of
The captain excuse me ma'am
species has amused itself to death
Amused to death
Amused to death
We watched the tragedy
We did as we told
We and sold
It was the show on earth
But it was over
We and aahed
We drove our cars
We ate our few jars of caviar
And out there in the stars
A keen-eyed
a flickering light
Our hurrah
Our last
And when found our shadows
Grouped the TV sets
They ran down lead
They repeated every
They checked out all the data on their
And the alien anthropologists
Admitted they still perplexed
But on eliminating every other
For our sad
They logged the left
This species has itself to death
No tears to cry, no feelings
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 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."