Luyện nghe bài hát Eleven Years

Stevie now don't look round they're watching us
Two girls in the corner of dodgy club
And the eyes, the storm that I've come to know and wish for
I caught a breath, well, she was standing there.
We walked the streets of our town talking
And the dawn grey and freezing through the deserted blocks
Just when your life is stale and there's reason for everything
comes to kick you up inside
Eleven sweet years and no home
A hundred thousands miles this battle zone
Still high on the wire above the hollow
Trying not to look

No Rest for the wicked is how it goes
Twisted up and turning in my bed
And pains like a blunted amputation
endless coins in the telephone
Eleven sweet years and no home
A hundred thousands miles through this zone
high on the wire above the hollow darkness
Trying not to look

So rest in these open and lie until they come for you
And me everything you've ever felt, tell me everything you want to see . . .

running even when we are standing still
Driven on and fired up as the blow
And out inside "I'm proud of you, I'm proud of you"
Ten thousand footsteps down the Brixton Road
sweet years and no nearer home
A hundred thousands miles through battle zone
high on the wire above the hollow darkness
Trying not to look