Luyện nghe bài hát Tower Three

The echo of a thousand marching hammers on the air. They're
singing anthems, chanting oaths and whistle as lifts her skirt
because they're men and they're healthy, happy... own the
place. They raise when they're sober, wrestle tigers when
they're drunk. In their living rooms a of the queen nestles
in between August and a placard saying HOME IS WHERE THE HEART
IS. (Keep it pure, keep it white. Keep it free of
because freedom is so valuable and getting scarcer.). Fight! So
march. Smashing windows, slogans, pushing petrol bombs
through doors 'til a appears. Gently whisper in the ear of
the leader. "That's against the law but we'll ignore it time.
Krime's got to be official!"
Keep it clean. Keep it quiet. In a lonely the digger's working,
bigger holes hold more... And the patriots in as convoys rattle
the street. No-one hears the weeping, no-one listens for the
cracks at dawn. The shovelling on and on and on. But the
patriots aren't frightened cos they it on T.V. that a Golden Age
lies the corner. And day now...