Luyện nghe bài hát The Sentinel

We found club on a side street, but I was kind of iffy,
We could some fly beats, but from outside it looked shifty,
I said this to pressure just I finished my sentence,
This came out and dragged us both through the entrance,
This guy was huge and I was stumbling my speech,
I finally that we just stumbled in from 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 went in, we sat right down,
Pressure said "I I'll get us both our first round",
He had to go cos the bar was underground,
He came back and said "Man these the drinks in town",
I agreed, yes indeed, we be here all night,
only charging a buck fifty for imperial pints,
And I'm alright, this place is kind of cool man,
I'm hoping tonight, nobody the fool and,
Ruins vibe that I've got going,
Not knowing where I am, but jam's growing man this spots blowing,
The ladies were hot I sat and listened,
To their four thousand watt, in-house system,
The DJ was laying tracks, keeping on the floor and then,
He played a crazy break, and the 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 might stroll, see I can plunder, but I wonder,
Do I a blunder or is that the drink putting me under,
A strange feeling, this place got my reeling,
Looked up and seen a 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, at the picture on the bottle label,
It was the same man and the that sat atop my table,
And as he her thighs I saw that glint in her eyes
The upon her waistlet 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 looked through me I said
"Excuse me", then he replied in tones as if he about me not to me,
He said: "Welcome to the Sentinel, I hope your stay perpetual,
We serve drinks and dreams but no edibles",
I bought a round, man I think this is down,
Its tasting sought of fowl, this place is giving me the and plus the doors are now,
to the public so let's make our move,
Then I was struck by the strangest sense of vu,
Man I swore I was bent "Suffa man I've this all before it went",
Ba ba ba ba ba, and then the went...

& Suffa
Man place's got me reeling I took a seat to get my focus,
When a group of gathered by the stage took my notice,
At about one o'clock, the club manager us,
And said "I heard you jokers were MCs, 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 and burning words inside my eyelids,
Rhyme begun, something possessing my tongue,
the deaf and dumb till I was falling short of breath in my lung,
"When they let us stop?" I checked the time and it was,
Six in the morning, and we were 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 never this tournament,
And you can leave the Sentinel", and the chorus went...