Luyện nghe bài hát DOWN IN THE TUBE STATION AT MIDNIGHT

The distant echo of far away voices far away trains
To take home to the ones that they love and who love them forever

The glazed, dirty steps, repeat my own and my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, naked, except for toffee wrappers
And this papers, Mr. Jones got run down
of death and sorrow, they tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage, and I'm in the tube station at midnight

I fumble for change, and out the Queen, smiling, beguiling
I put in the money and out a plum, behind me
Whispers in the shadows, blazing voices, hating, waiting
Hey boy, they shout, you got any money?

But I say, I've a little and a take away curry
I'm on the way home to my wife, be lining up the cutlery
And now expecting me
Polishing the glasses and out the cork
And I'm down in the tube station at

I first felt a fist, and a kick, I could now smell their breath
They of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs
And too right wing meetings, my life swam around me
It took a look and me in its own existence

The of brown leather, it blended in with the weather
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and
It blocked all my senses, couldn't see, hear, any longer
I'm down in the tube station at
I said, "I was down in the tube at midnight" Hey

The last thing I saw as I lay there on the floor
Was Saves' painted by an atheist nutter
And a British Rail poster
'Have an away day, a holiday, do it today'

I glanced back on my life and about my wife
'Cause they the keys, and she'll think it's me
I'm in the tube station at midnight
The will be flat and the curry's gone cold
I'm in the tube station at midnight

want to go down in a tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at
Don't to go down in a tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a station at midnight