Luyện nghe bài hát Horsell Common And The Heat Ray

JOURNALIST: Next morning, a crowd on the Common,
hypnotized by the unscrewing of the cylinder. Two feet of shining screw
when, suddenly, the lid off!
Two luminous disc-like eyes appeared above the rim. A huge, rounded bulk, larger
a bear, rose up slowly, like wet leather. Its lipless mouth quivered and slavered
- and snake-like tentacles writhed as the body heaved and pulsated.
A few young men crept closer to the pit. A tall funnel rose, an invisible ray of heat
leapt from man to man and there was a bright glare, as each was turned to fire.
Every tree and bush a mass of flames at the touch of this savage, unearthly
Ray.
People clawed their way off the Common, and I ran too. I felt I was toyed with,
that when I was on the very verge of safety, mysterious death would leap after me
and strike me down. At last I reached Maybury Hill and in the dim coolness of my
I wrote an account for my newspaper before I sank a restless, haunted sleep.
I awoke to alien sounds of hammering from the pit, and hurried to the railway to
buy the paper.
Around me, the daily routine of life - working, eating, sleeping - was serenely
as it had for years.
On Horsell Common, the Martians hammering and stirring,
sleepless, indefatigable, at work upon the they were making. Now and
a light, like the beam of a warship's searchlight, swept the Common - and the Heat
Ray was ready to follow. In the afternoon, a company of soldiers through and
deployed along the of the Common, to form a cordon.
That evening, there was a violent crash and I realized with that my home was
now range of the Martian's Heat Ray. At dawn, a falling star with a trail of green
mist with a flash like summer lightning.
This was the cylinder.