Luyện nghe bài hát Stopping all Stations

Verse 1-
Early morn, train station, from the arthritis,
This war veteran what a hard time is,
He needs his pension, and half blind is,
The he rides the train with no car license,
So he boards with an expired has a swipe,
a fine cos the change he got don't add up right,
We're talking about a man who lived a lavish life,
Caught up in the age of chips and satellites,
A lovely lady looking tired and half awake,
He smiles, she reminds him of his that passed away,
She says as she walks right past his way,
His old hearing aid don't quite half the day,
Some young alive with their laughter,
the old timer and put a knife to his heart to,
Explain money or bloods the price of their barter,
To a man whose friends died for their fathers.

Whatever it can justify,
Whatever we make, whatever the price,
To the end of a life, it's an observation,
So a ride we're stopping all stations.

Verse 2 -
It's been a long night the lifting on a cold,
Morning but she's drugged and drunk on her stroll,
On the way home, she's done stripping on a pole,
But she pay for her son living on the dole,
Jumps a puts on her gloves she's wearing black,
Being by some old mug she's glaring back,
She's on and got the bug from sharing smack,
So she says, "Hey, what the fuck you at?"
He smiles, an hand rubs on his dome,
She takes a seat, a messy band of board alone,
To the digger with a machete at his lungs and prone,
He can barely but ready to stand up for his own,
She tries to him she doesn't choose to flee the car,
And catches a blow with enough bruise to a scar,
She fainting, the rooms moving and seeing stars,
it amazing how courageous human beings are?

Whatever it can justify,
Whatever we make, whatever the price,
To the end of a life, it's an observation,
So take a ride we're all stations.