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 Salome her skirt
because they're 'real' men and healthy, happy... own the
place. They raise hell they're sober, wrestle tigers when
they're drunk. In living rooms a picture of the queen nestles
in between Miss 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, splashing slogans, petrol bombs
doors 'til a uniform appears. Gently whisper in the ear of
the leader. "That's against the law but we'll ignore it time.
Peace got to be official!"
Keep it clean. it quiet. In a lonely moor the digger's working,
bigger holes hold more... And the patriots in as convoys rattle
down the street. No-one hears the weeping, listens for the
cracks at dawn. The goes on and on and on. But the
patriots aren't frightened cos they heard it on T.V. a Golden Age
'round the corner. And day now...