Luyện nghe bài hát Middle-class Heroes

(Hello, what we here?)
(A lady!)
(To what do I owe pleasant surprise my pretty one?)
(How may I be of this 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... cross my palm with plastic, and I'll see what I
can do)
(Wait!)
(The fog is lifting...)
I see oriental globes
hanging decomposing cocoons
While exotic overload
the musty air their stale perfumes
And I see lentils, beans, and rice
in jars on the
And it ain't hardly enough to feed the
running behind the of allergy pills
All these things will come to
when heroes of the
up to their responsibilities
I see and Indian god
got thirty seven limbs to spare
And tasteless tablecloths
that up as evening wear
And I see naked bodies and turn
on the futon of dreams
But three-year-old kid seems unconcerned
He'd rather swallow all those allergy
All these things will to pass
when of the middle-class
up to their responsibilities
I see unspeakable
institutionalised
infinite
Rise up little - join the doomed army
Fight the fight - wage the unwinnable war
against ignorance
Difference against
Wit against
My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain
Words said without feeling never to go...
All these things will to pass
heroes of the middle-class
face up, repent, and pay the
for accidentally creating
An oversight for they must atone
and sacrifice own