Luyện nghe bài hát DOWN IN THE TUBE STATION AT MIDNIGHT

The echo of far away voices boarding far away trains
To take them home to the ones that they 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 morning's papers, Mr. Jones got run
Headlines of death and sorrow, they tell of
on the rampage, and I'm down in the tube station at midnight

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

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
the glasses and pulling out the cork
And I'm down in the station at midnight

I first felt a fist, and then a kick, I could now smell breath
They smelt of and Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings, my life around me
It a look and drowned me in its own existence

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

The thing that I saw as I lay there on the floor
Was 'Jesus Saves' painted by an atheist
And a British Rail read
'Have an away day, a cheap holiday, do it

I glanced on my life and thought about my wife
'Cause took the keys, and she'll think it's me
I'm in the tube station at midnight
The wine will be flat and the curry's 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 station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube at midnight