Luyện nghe bài hát Every Mother/Step Up

Something went wrong.

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

We felt it in different ways. Some people they were getting bigger or
their skin was over-sensitive and they to insulate themselves with
something. But others felt squeezed, choked, and confined and open
spaces they never found.

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

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

I was scrubbing individual stones on a huge beach. I was sandwiches for
the whole of Somalia. I was shouting 'Fire!' in a languages. I was
plugging a million dykes with my failing fingers. I was languages in a
million fires. I extended trillions of fine wires. I was scrubbing fingers
a beach in Wales. I was nights...

I was suddenly tired.

How do I miss you. miss you.

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

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

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