Luyện nghe bài hát A Text Message To The So-Called Emporer

For too cast aside, stripped of dignity, opportunity
sleepless days in underestimation
But under these anxious, darkening
No word goes
And no deed is compensation
When the come to collect their wages
Now the men are swaying in the distance
The have-nots calling in the listless
for retribution
Waiting for some voice to call
From the bottom where you left
So onward friends our battered homes
Forward to the onrush of cast stones, bones
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