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 ways. Some people thought they were getting bigger or
their skin was over-sensitive and they needed to insulate with
something. But felt squeezed, choked, and confined and sought open
spaces which 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 couldn't anywhere to sit down.

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

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

I was suddenly tired.

How do I you. Really miss you.

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

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

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