Luyện nghe bài hát Every Mother/Step Up

Something went wrong.

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

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

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

I was mother in nightly tears before the television 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 'Fire!' in a thousand languages. I was
plugging a million dykes with my failing fingers. I was languages in a
fires. I extended 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 all the frozen wind
You them away

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

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