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 lifts her
they're 'real' men and they're 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 August and a placard saying HOME IS WHERE THE
IS. (Keep it pure, keep it white. Keep it free of
because freedom is so valuable and scarcer.). Fight! So they
march. Smashing windows, slogans, pushing petrol bombs
through doors 'til a uniform appears. Gently in the ear of
the leader. "That's against the law but ignore it this time.
Krime's got to be official!"
Keep it clean. Keep it quiet. In a lonely moor the working,
holes hold more... And the patriots stay in as convoys rattle
down the street. hears the weeping, no-one listens for the
at dawn. The shovelling goes on and on and on. But the
patriots aren't frightened cos they heard it on T.V. that a Age
'round the corner. And day now...