Luyện nghe bài hát Tunnel

The tenth of July 1985 .... ask stupid questions .... I had nothing
else to do I was bored .... I had, I had not .... weeks since the
light has gone, fifteen weeks with the shirt on, a thousand bodies
stink and and somebody's trying to roll a cigarette. Clean mister.
Clean mister. Clean missed her. Just relax and it, it's 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
warm and sticky. Isn't that nice? No don't speak, just let yourself
go, sink, sinking deeper and deeper and deeper. At 3 o'clock that
morning I awoke in an unfamiliar room .... in my hands sodden paper
... a thick, glutinous pale green liquid .... sunlight net
curtains. 6,000 miles an hour brilliant white light. There's a brass
band somewhere. Roll on your back and wait for the talcum. But
what's that? Pull back the linen sheets to find the shirt peeled off
your back two hours before the bed tips sideways. No .... and to one
day woke up in green with the sky blue above me. And to be clean
again. But know never be clean again.