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 me to look into the future, your future)
(After GCSEs, A-levels, University...)
(After your badly paid 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 oriental globes
hanging like decomposing
exotic candles overload
the musty air with their stale
And I see lentils, beans, seaweed and
in on the window-sill
And it ain't hardly enough to the mice
running behind the lines of allergy
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
that up as evening wear
And I see bodies twist and turn
on the of dreams fulfilled
But three-year-old kid seems unconcerned
He'd swallow all those allergy pills
All these things will come to
heroes of the middle-class
face up to their
I see unspeakable
mediocrity
infinite
Rise up little souls - join the army
Fight the good fight - wage the war
Elegance ignorance
Difference indifference
Wit shit
My fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain below
Words without feeling never to heaven go...
All these things will come to
when heroes of the
face up, repent, and pay the
for accidentally creating
An oversight for which must atone
and sacrifice own