Luyện nghe bài hát The Chequered Flag (Dead Or Alive)

The disc drag,
the chequered flag across the oil-slick track.
The man's home; dry as a bone.
His helmet off, he waves: the waves back.
One lap victory roll. soul.
The taker of the day in has to say,
Isn't it to be playing to the stand,
or alive.

The streaks through the curtain cracks,
the old man where he sleeps.
The nurse up a cup of tea ---
two biscuits and the paper mystery.
The hard road's end, the god's-send
is everyday, in dying the old man says,
it grand to be playing to the stand,
or alive.

The still-born can't feel the rain
as the chequered flag falls again.
The composer completes his final score.
He'll never the sweet encore.
The flag, the bull's red rag,
the lemming-hearted
running ever to the shore singing,
it grand to be playing to the stand,
or alive.