Luyện nghe bài hát Middle-class Heroes

(Hello, what we here?)
(A lady!)
(To what do I owe this pleasant surprise my one?)
(How may I be of service this dark and night?)
(Ah, I see... you me to look into the future, your future)
(After GCSEs, A-levels, University...)
(After first badly paid job in advertising)
(Okay my pretty... just cross my palm with plastic, and I'll see I
can do)
(Wait!)
(The fog is lifting...)
I see oriental paper
hanging decomposing cocoons
While exotic overload
the musty air with their stale
And I see lentils, beans, and rice
in jars on the
And it ain't enough to feed the mice
running the lines of allergy pills
All these things will to pass
heroes of the middle-class
face up to their
I see and Indian god
got thirty seven limbs to spare
And tasteless tie-dyed
double up as evening wear
And I see bodies twist and turn
on the futon of fulfilled
But three-year-old kid seems unconcerned
He'd rather swallow all those pills
All these things come to pass
when of the middle-class
face up to their
I see unspeakable
mediocrity
infinite
Rise up little souls - the doomed army
Fight the good fight - the unwinnable war
against ignorance
Difference indifference
Wit against
My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain
said without feeling never to heaven go...
All things will come to pass
when of the middle-class
up, repent, and pay the price
for accidentally creating
An oversight for which they atone
and sacrifice own