Luyện nghe bài hát Tunnel

The tenth of July .... Don't ask stupid questions .... I had nothing
else to do I was bored .... I had, I had not .... weeks since the
light has gone, fifteen with the same shirt on, a thousand bodies
stink and sweat and somebody's to roll a cigarette. Clean mister.
Clean mister. Clean missed her. Just relax and enjoy it, nothing
really. Let's get you out of those clothes, just life yourself up,
get dreadful trousers off. You'll feel so much better afterwards.
Just close your and let it ooze all over you. Trickling down your
back warm and sticky. that nice? No don't speak, just let yourself
go, sink, down deeper and deeper and deeper. At 3 o'clock that
morning I awoke in an unfamiliar room .... in my hands like sodden
... a thick, pale green liquid .... sunlight through net
curtains. 6,000 an hour into brilliant white light. There's a brass
playing somewhere. Roll on your back and wait for the talcum. But
what's that? Pull back the linen sheets to the shirt they peeled off
back only two hours before the bed tips sideways. No .... and to one
day woke up in green fields the sky blue above me. And to be clean
again. But I'll never be clean again.