Luyện nghe bài hát Under Glass

The air was with scented smoke; the talk was much to small. The
words fall and crawl in corners, wind up eaten by the cat, but
they spat and groped each other's fat. Danced with rubber arms
and granite feet. The planet creeped. The flaked and floated
in the beer. We stayed clear. We stayed here, glass.
And you I you're trying though you haven't got a clue. See them
in the showers. Twist and grab a shouting Jew... Did they
ride you through the corridors, make you climb the Did you fall?
Did she cry? Did you look for other fools to fry? To fortify
under glass.
I know how and where you work; it's written around collar, sweat
and dirt and sloping shoulders. You keep on your hands,
yellow hands, tired hands, pushing pens and sixty, waiting for
the man to push you off shelf. Send you rollercoasting frozen to
your hole glass.
And you may be tough and loud; you your weight around. But
you're jelly when the lights go out - you're every sound. The
wailing chambers, whispering walls, the bitching spirits
call, accuse you with their fire that freeze. You fry, you slip
their inside you. You try and try to hide out under glass.