Luyện nghe bài hát The Sentinel

We found this club on a street, but I was kind of iffy,
We could some fly beats, but from outside it looked shifty,
I said this to pressure just before I my sentence,
This bouncer came out and dragged us through the entrance,
This guy was huge and I was with my speech,
I finally mumbled that we just in from the street,
He said to us "So us was accidental?
I'm not surprised, we don't advertise at the Sentinel",
He said "What's your name?" he "Pressure", I said "Suffa",
He said "Join the of the suckers",
So we went in, we sat right 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 drinks in town",
I agreed, yes indeed, we could be all night,
They're only charging a fifty for imperial pints,
And I'm feeling alright, this place is kind of man,
I'm tonight, nobody acts the fool and,
Ruins this vibe that got going,
Not knowing where I am, but this jam's growing man spots blowing,
The were hot I sat down and listened,
To four thousand watt, in-house sound system,
The DJ was laying tracks, keeping people on the and then,
He a crazy break, and the chorus went...

These dim lights hold, silhouetted 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 picture of the upon the main ceiling,
Feels like a broken dream, I'm through a smoke 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 sat atop my table,
And as he licked her thighs I saw that glint in her
The wristwatch her waistlet it had him hypnotized,
She him goodbye, threw me a smile 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", he replied in tones as if he talked 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 is watered down,
Its tasting sought of fowl, this place is me the creeps 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 I was bent "Suffa man I've heard this all before it went",
Ba ba ba ba ba, and then the went...

& Suffa
Man this place's got me reeling I took a to get my focus,
When a group of gathered by the stage took my notice,
At about one o'clock, the manager approached us,
And said "I heard you jokers were MCs, who's the
Cos we run an open mic battle night,
And to enter you've got to be, tight",
I "Get me the mic I might flip", then the lights switched,
My was blurring and burning words inside my eyelids,
Rhyme begun, something possessing my tongue,
Blessing the deaf and dumb till I was falling 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,
Battled MC MC, battled MCs for days,
But they wouldn't let us go, when we to leave the stage,
The manager said "You can never leave this tournament,
And you can never the Sentinel", and the chorus went...