Luyện nghe bài hát Tower Three

The echo of a thousand marching boots hammers on the air.
singing anthems, chanting oaths and as Salome lifts her skirt
because they're 'real' men and healthy, happy... own the
place. They raise hell when they're sober, wrestle tigers
they're drunk. In their 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 of undesirables
because is so valuable and getting scarcer.). Fight! So they
march. Smashing windows, splashing slogans, pushing bombs
through doors a uniform appears. Gently whisper in the ear of
the leader. "That's against the law but ignore it this 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 stay in as rattle
down the street. No-one the weeping, no-one 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
lies the corner. And day now...