Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P

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

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

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

But now bitter in this great city all the children should 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 if you let your pockets jangle a little
And there's that queasy feeling, every time someone holds
A door for you, such sweetness, such kindness
While maneuver you into position and we all know
How hard it is to bite the hand feeds you

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

This no place anymore for little girls or little boys
Not unless you want them to you all your life
The party's gone, the party's done, the party's children
dream is gone, this dream is dead, this dream is over
Children you'd better go