Luyện nghe bài hát Every Mother/Step Up

Something badly wrong.

At first we didn't notice. We got to bumping about together and stepping
on other's toes. Funny how that happens.

We felt it in different ways. people thought they were getting bigger or
their was over-sensitive and they needed to insulate themselves with
something. But felt squeezed, choked, and confined and sought open
spaces which they found.

But the world was getting smaller and smaller. It was a balloon going
down. Everything tiny, brighter, more intense and squashed up together.
It was cluttered, uncomfortable - you find anywhere to sit down.

I was everybody's mother in nightly tears the television news. My
children in floods, sackings and revolution. It was all sour. It was all
sour.

I was scrubbing individual on a huge beach. I was making sandwiches for
the of Somalia. I was shouting 'Fire!' in a thousand languages. I was
plugging a million with my failing fingers. I was baking languages in a
million fires. I trillions of fine wires. I was scrubbing fingers upon
a in Wales. I was firing nights...

I was very tired.

How do I miss you. Really you.

(indecipherable)...
In one bay
You gave all the frozen
You gave them

Set up, boy, set up
The boys set up for the
No one who was last night
Gave out or to know

Set up, boy
Set up my
Below that river
It's all we take care of
all we have to show