Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Acceptance Gate

I worked for salary the nightshift
in Street. The respect is worth it.
1.AM at the front it had just been
sunday night stood this man, tall and back.
He spoke loud and said Come out of that
grill on the wall contains a and
twisted shape you call the laundry
post me of my origin.
Your criss-crossed are avenues.
for by the NHS, you need it more than
the patients for mortgage and medical pranks.

but you wont fix my chip
or repair my kind
borne of mousey brain
twisted with kin of bitter
dreams of EC1
and lapland girls and green
with and chaste inducements (*?pronounced inductments?*)

the porter went to the man
and we got back to practice
but his hands went the man
he was made up of pitch
his legs two sticks
crisscrossed fence posts were his
his mouth red like a twisted
his like a twisted knife
he wreaked of and hospitals
he wreaked of bleach and
the porter swears is true
he of bleach and hospitals
the swears this is true
and drinks too in his brown and white hut
but the clings to the acceptance gate
the thing to the acceptance gate
the thing clings to the gate
the thing clings to the medical gate
and nobody says seen it
It only bounces MDs
we are dedicated to fight
to fight