Luyện nghe bài hát The Sentinel

We found club on a side street, but I was kind of iffy,
We could hear some fly beats, but from it looked shifty,
I said this to pressure before I finished my sentence,
This bouncer came out and dragged us through the entrance,
This guy was huge and I was stumbling my speech,
I finally mumbled that we just stumbled in the street,
He to us "So finding us was accidental?
Well I'm not surprised, we don't at the Sentinel",
He said "What's your name?" he said "Pressure", I "Suffa",
He said "Join the of the suckers",
So we right in, we sat right down,
Pressure "I guess I'll get us both our first round",
He had to go cos the bar was underground,
He back and said "Man these the cheapest drinks in town",
I agreed, yes indeed, we be here all night,
They're only charging a buck fifty for pints,
And I'm feeling alright, this is kind of cool man,
I'm hoping tonight, nobody acts the and,
this vibe that I've got going,
Not knowing I am, but this jam's growing man this spots blowing,
The were hot I sat down and listened,
To their four thousand watt, sound system,
The DJ was laying tracks, keeping on the floor and then,
He a crazy break, and the chorus went...

These dim lights hold, figures fit in tight moulds,
This beer's ice cold, we're going to be here till the nights old,
I stroll, see what I can plunder, but I wonder,
Do I feel a or is that the drink putting me under,
A feeling, this place got my brain reeling,
Looked up and seen a picture of the barkeep the main ceiling,
Feels like a broken dream, I'm walking through a smoke and,
In the corner seen a dope fiend, a smoke screen,
Sat down, looked at the picture on the label,
It was the man and the stripper that sat atop my table,
And as he licked her thighs I saw that in her eyes
The wristwatch upon her it had him hypnotized,
She kissed him goodbye, threw me a and a grin,
My reply cut by my hand wiping my chin,
Walked to the bar as the tender right through me I said
"Excuse me", then he replied in as if he talked about me not to me,
He said: "Welcome to the Sentinel, I hope your stay perpetual,
We serve drinks and broken but no edibles",
I bought a round, man I think is watered down,
Its tasting of fowl, this place is giving me the creeps and plus the doors are now,
Closing to the so let's make our move,
Then I was by the strangest sense of déjà vu,
Man I swore I was bent "Suffa man heard this all before it went",
Ba ba ba ba ba, and then the went...

Pressure &
Man this got me reeling I took a seat to get my focus,
When a group of B-Boys gathered by the stage my notice,
At about one o'clock, the club approached us,
And "I heard you jokers were MCs, who's the dopest?
Cos we run an mic battle every night,
And to enter got to be, incredibly tight",
I said "Get me the mic I flip", then the lights switched,
My vision was blurring and burning inside my eyelids,
Rhyme progression begun, possessing my tongue,
Blessing the deaf and dumb till I was falling of breath in my lung,
"When will let us stop?" I checked the time and it was,
Six in the morning, and we still rhyming,
MC after MC, battled MCs for days,
But wouldn't let us go, when we tried to leave the stage,
The manager said "You boys can leave this tournament,
And you can never the Sentinel", and the chorus went...