Luyện nghe bài hát Middle-class Heroes

(Hello, have we here?)
(A lady!)
(To what do I owe this pleasant my pretty one?)
(How may I be of this dark and wintry night?)
(Ah, I see... you wish me to look the future, your future)
(After GCSEs, A-levels, University...)
(After your first 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 paper
hanging like cocoons
While exotic overload
the musty air with their stale
And I see lentils, beans, and rice
in on the window-sill
And it ain't hardly to feed the mice
running behind the lines of allergy
All these will come to pass
when of the middle-class
face up to responsibilities
I see and Indian god
got thirty seven limbs to spare
And tasteless tablecloths
that double up as evening
And I see naked bodies and turn
on the futon of fulfilled
But their three-year-old kid unconcerned
He'd swallow all those allergy pills
All these will come to pass
when heroes of the
face up to their
I see unspeakable
mediocrity
infinite
Rise up little - join the doomed army
Fight the good - wage the unwinnable war
Elegance ignorance
against indifference
Wit against
My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain
said without feeling never to heaven go...
All these things come to pass
heroes of the middle-class
face up, repent, and pay the
for accidentally life
An oversight for they must atone
and their own