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

For too long aside, stripped of dignity, opportunity
Countless days in underestimation
But under anxious, darkening leaves
No word unheard
And no deed is without
When the workers come to their wages
Now the straw men are in the distance
The have-nots calling in the wind
Whispering for
Waiting for some voice to call
the bottom where you left them
So onward friends our battered homes
Forward to the onrush of cast stones, bones
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