Luyện nghe bài hát Middle-class Heroes

(Hello, have we here?)
(A lady!)
(To what do I owe this surprise my pretty one?)
(How may I be of service this dark and night?)
(Ah, I see... you wish me to look into the future, future)
(After GCSEs, A-levels, University...)
(After your first badly job in advertising)
(Okay my pretty... just my palm with plastic, and I'll see what I
can do)
(Wait!)
(The fog is lifting...)
I see paper globes
like decomposing cocoons
While exotic candles
the air with their stale perfumes
And I see lentils, beans, and rice
in jars on the
And it hardly enough to feed the mice
running the lines of allergy pills
All these things will come to
heroes of the middle-class
face up to their
I see and Indian god
he's got seven limbs to spare
And tasteless tie-dyed
that double up as evening
And I see naked bodies and turn
on the futon of dreams
But their three-year-old kid seems
He'd rather swallow all allergy pills
All these things will to pass
heroes of the middle-class
face up to their
I see unspeakable
institutionalised
tragedy
Rise up souls - join the doomed army
Fight the fight - wage the unwinnable war
Elegance ignorance
Difference against
Wit shit
My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain
Words said without feeling never to go...
All these will come to pass
heroes of the middle-class
face up, repent, and pay the
for accidentally life
An oversight for which they atone
and their own