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

The disc drag,
the chequered flag sweeps the oil-slick track.
The young man's dry as a bone.
His off, he waves: the crowd waves back.
One lap roll. Gladiator soul.
The of the day in winning has to say,
Isn't it grand to be to the stand,
or alive.

The sunlight streaks through the cracks,
touches the old man he sleeps.
The brings up a cup of tea ---
two biscuits and the morning mystery.
The hard road's end, the god's-send
is nearer everyday, in the old man says,
Isn't it grand to be to the stand,
or alive.

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