Luyện nghe bài hát Middle-class Heroes

(Hello, have we here?)
(A lady!)
(To what do I owe this pleasant surprise my one?)
(How may I be of service dark and wintry night?)
(Ah, I see... you wish me to into the future, your future)
(After GCSEs, A-levels, University...)
(After your first paid job in advertising)
(Okay my pretty... just cross my palm with plastic, and see what I
can do)
(Wait!)
(The fog is lifting...)
I see oriental paper
hanging like decomposing
While exotic overload
the musty air with stale perfumes
And I see lentils, beans, and rice
in on the window-sill
And it ain't hardly enough to the mice
running behind the of allergy pills
All things will come to pass
when of the middle-class
face up to their
I see and Indian god
he's got thirty seven limbs to
And tie-dyed tablecloths
double up as evening wear
And I see naked bodies and turn
on the of dreams fulfilled
But their kid seems unconcerned
He'd rather all those allergy pills
All these things come to pass
when of the middle-class
up to their responsibilities
I see unspeakable
institutionalised
infinite
up little souls - join the doomed army
Fight the good - wage the unwinnable war
Elegance ignorance
against indifference
Wit shit
My fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain below
Words said feeling never to heaven go...
All these will come to pass
when heroes of the
face up, repent, and pay the
for creating life
An oversight for which must atone
and their own