Luyện nghe bài hát The More It Changes

Fifteen storeys high, the black drawn, and
the sun is just a brat that and the goes away. The
T.V. chatters, a pile of letters lying on
the mat. Reminders, bills--they of cats. Three
starving cats who chase each others' shadows.
curl up on him overnight and scratch him, and
him . . . But he lost the to fight, and he lost the
will to move . . . been a month, will be another,
until the busting down the door. carry him
they'll strip him clean. They'll lock him in a
padded box some storeys high
where the sun is just a brat that spits then away.