Luyện nghe bài hát The Sentinel

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

These dim lights hold, figures fit in tight moulds,
beer's ice cold, yeah we're going to be here till the nights old,
I might stroll, see I can plunder, but I wonder,
Do I feel a or is that the drink putting me under,
A strange feeling, this got my brain reeling,
up and seen a picture of the barkeep upon the main ceiling,
Feels like a broken dream, I'm walking through a machine and,
In the corner seen a fiend, blowing a smoke screen,
Sat down, looked at the on the bottle label,
It was the same man and the stripper that sat my table,
And as he licked her I saw that glint in her eyes
The wristwatch upon her it had him hypnotized,
She him goodbye, threw me a smile and a grin,
My reply cut thin by my hand my chin,
Walked to the bar as the tender right through me I said
"Excuse me", then he replied in tones as if he talked me not to me,
He said: "Welcome to the Sentinel, I hope your stay perpetual,
We serve and broken dreams but no edibles",
I bought a round, man I this is watered down,
Its tasting sought of fowl, this place is giving me the creeps and the doors are now,
Closing to the public so let's our move,
Then I was struck by the strangest 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 place's got me reeling I took a to get my focus,
When a group of B-Boys gathered by the stage my notice,
At about one o'clock, the manager approached us,
And said "I heard you jokers MCs, who's the dopest?
Cos we run an mic battle every night,
And to enter you've got to be, tight",
I said "Get me the mic I might flip", then the switched,
My vision was blurring and burning words my eyelids,
Rhyme progression begun, possessing my tongue,
Blessing the and dumb till I was falling short of breath in my lung,
"When will let us stop?" I checked the time and it was,
Six in the morning, and we were rhyming,
Battled MC MC, battled MCs for days,
But wouldn't let us go, when we tried to leave the stage,
The manager said "You can never leave this tournament,
And you can leave the Sentinel", and the chorus went...