Luyện nghe bài hát Every Mother/Step Up

Something badly wrong.

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

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

But the was getting smaller and smaller. It was like a balloon going
down. getting 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 stones on a huge beach. I was making for
the whole of Somalia. I was shouting 'Fire!' in a languages. I was
a million dykes with my failing fingers. I was baking languages in a
million fires. I extended trillions of fine wires. I was scrubbing fingers
a in Wales. I was firing nights...

I was suddenly tired.

How do I miss you. Really you.

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

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

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