Luyện nghe bài hát Every Mother/Step Up

Something badly 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 were bigger or
their skin was over-sensitive and they needed to themselves with
something. But felt squeezed, choked, and confined and sought open
which they never 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 couldn't find to sit down.

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

I was scrubbing individual on a huge beach. I was making sandwiches for
the whole of Somalia. I was shouting 'Fire!' in a languages. I was
plugging a million dykes with my fingers. I was baking languages in a
million fires. I extended trillions of fine wires. I was scrubbing 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 wind
You gave them

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

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