Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P

This all started the way things do with a and a cup of tea
Around the fire as we sheltered from wicked winds in front
Of old TV and we traded ideas as we watched each other
With those ambitious bright eyes eyes that saw
Every of the world so clear

And we bided our time impatiently the hunger
Really burned and the softest sweetest
lost amidst the thunder in our hearts

We watched the round us getting up, getting on, getting old
But the game we going to play so well, we'd get to stay young forever
To begin with they just smiled and stepped around our little
But remember how pretty soon all began to change

But now bitter in this great city all the little children go home
the big men want to make deals, when they find
You've got something they want, the gone, the party's done
The over children, you'd better go home

Funny how they all come running if you let your jangle a little
And there's strange queasy feeling, every time someone holds
A door open for you, such sweetness, kindness
While they maneuver you into position and we all
How hard it is to bite the that feeds you

Remember all those old we used to watch every Friday night on TV
However fast you run, however slow the Mummy walks it catches
You in the end, the party's gone, the party's done, the over
Children, you'd go home

This ain't no place for little girls or little boys
Not unless you want them to spoon-feed you all your
The party's gone, the party's done, the party's children
dream is gone, this dream is dead, this dream is over
Children better go home