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 service this and wintry night?)
(Ah, I see... you wish me to 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 paper globes
hanging decomposing cocoons
While exotic candles
the air with their stale perfumes
And I see lentils, beans, and rice
in on the window-sill
And it ain't enough to feed the mice
running behind the lines of allergy
All these things will to pass
heroes of the middle-class
face up to responsibilities
I see and fertility god
he's got thirty seven to spare
And tie-dyed tablecloths
that double up as evening
And I see naked bodies and turn
on the futon of dreams
But three-year-old kid seems unconcerned
He'd rather all those allergy pills
All things will come to pass
when of the middle-class
face up to responsibilities
I see unspeakable
mediocrity
infinite
Rise up souls - join the doomed army
Fight the fight - wage the unwinnable war
against ignorance
Difference indifference
Wit shit
My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts below
Words without feeling never to heaven go...
All these things will come to
when of the middle-class
face up, repent, and pay the
for accidentally creating
An oversight for which they atone
and their own