Luyện nghe bài hát Every Mother/Step Up

Something badly wrong.

At first we didn't notice. We got used to bumping about together and
on each other's toes. Funny how happens.

We felt it in ways. Some people thought they were getting bigger or
their skin was over-sensitive and they needed to insulate with
something. But others felt squeezed, choked, and confined and sought
spaces which they found.

But the world was getting smaller and smaller. It was like a going
down. Everything getting tiny, brighter, more intense and up together.
It was cluttered, uncomfortable - you couldn't find to sit down.

I was everybody's in nightly tears before the television news. My
children in floods, and revolution. It was all going sour. It was all
sour.

I was scrubbing individual stones on a huge beach. I was sandwiches for
the whole of Somalia. I was shouting 'Fire!' in a languages. I was
plugging a million with my failing fingers. I was baking languages in a
fires. I extended trillions of fine wires. I was scrubbing fingers upon
a beach in Wales. I was nights...

I was very tired.

How do I you. Really miss you.

(indecipherable)...
In one bay
You gave all the wind
You gave away

Set up, boy, set up
The set up for the show
No one who was last night
Gave out or ought to

Set up, boy
Set up my
Below that bend
all that we take care of
It's all we have to