Luyện nghe bài hát The Sentinel

We found this club on a side street, but I was of iffy,
We could hear fly beats, but from outside it looked shifty,
I said this to pressure before I finished my sentence,
bouncer came out and dragged us both through the entrance,
This guy was and I was stumbling with my speech,
I finally mumbled that we just in from the street,
He to us "So finding us was accidental?
Well I'm not surprised, we advertise at the Sentinel",
He said "What's your name?" he "Pressure", I said "Suffa",
He said "Join the of the suckers",
So we right 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 cheapest in town",
I agreed, yes indeed, we could be all night,
They're only a buck fifty for imperial pints,
And I'm alright, this place is kind of cool 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 this blowing,
The ladies hot I sat down and listened,
To their thousand watt, in-house sound system,
The DJ was laying tracks, people on the floor and then,
He played a break, and the chorus went...

These dim hold, silhouetted figures fit in tight moulds,
This beer's ice cold, yeah we're to be here till the nights old,
I stroll, see what I can plunder, but I wonder,
Do I feel a blunder or is the drink putting me under,
A feeling, this place got my brain reeling,
up and seen a picture of the barkeep upon the main ceiling,
Feels like a broken dream, I'm through a smoke machine and,
In the corner a dope fiend, blowing a smoke screen,
Sat down, at the picture on the bottle label,
It was the man and the stripper that sat atop my table,
And as he licked her I saw that glint in her eyes
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 looked right through me I
"Excuse me", then he in tones as if he talked about me not to me,
He said: "Welcome to the Sentinel, I hope your here's perpetual,
We serve and broken dreams but no edibles",
I bought a round, man I think is watered down,
Its tasting sought of fowl, this is giving me the creeps and plus the doors are now,
Closing to the public so make our move,
Then I was struck by the strangest sense of vu,
Man I swore I was bent "Suffa man heard this all before it went",
Ba ba ba ba ba, and the chorus went...

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