Luyện nghe bài hát Tunnel

The tenth of July 1985 .... Don't ask questions .... I had nothing
else to do I was bored .... I had, I had not .... Fifteen since the
light has gone, weeks with the same shirt on, a thousand bodies
and sweat and somebody's trying to roll a cigarette. Clean mister.
Clean mister. Clean missed her. Just relax and enjoy it, it's
really. Let's get you out of those damp clothes, just life up,
get those dreadful trousers off. You'll feel so better afterwards.
Just close your eyes and let it ooze all over you. Trickling down
back warm and sticky. Isn't that nice? No don't speak, just let
go, sink, sinking down deeper and deeper and deeper. At 3 that
I awoke in an unfamiliar room .... in my hands like sodden paper
... a thick, glutinous pale green liquid .... through net
curtains. 6,000 miles an hour into white light. There's a brass
band playing somewhere. Roll on back and wait for the talcum. But
what's that? Pull back the sheets to find the shirt they peeled off
your back only two hours 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 know I'll be clean again.