Luyện nghe bài hát The Safe Way

The right hand grips, the hand slides. The pennies drop,
the glide. It never stops. She worked the line
blind. Folded, pushed, . . . A pirhouette. No thought, no joy,
no regrets. A was hanging from a cord and
every thousand boxes she'd suck her and find
her island. But the howled. The whip cracked
pre-packed mountain pressed her neck. She'd
switch to frantic, automatic. Clear the decks. on,
tune in--machine was humming omm. Neon.
laser blade was OBEY! No rest, no play.
No time. She the line. The pay was fine.
She'd find her island in July and a rock to
sit on quietly ommmm. The pay was fine. She
worked the line. find her island in July and
find a rock to sit on quietly humming . . .