Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Anarchist

It's a dirty road, England's land,
You work the and the clubs with cash in hand,
You're paying where you're staying, taxed just where you stand,
Pennies disappearing, in all the of hand,

The holes in your pocket get every day,
Falling down them, wasting away,
A well trodden path where fades
all the way...

Love us,
How our cuts,
Who can you trust when you're out of
You me up,
going underground,
Shouting so loud so be found,
Shouting so so we'll be found...

Did you to look over,
Or to the edge,
You slipped the stones,
And off narrow ledge,
Identity at the cash machine,
Another on the page,
Wiped off the

heal us,
How our cuts,
Who can you trust when you're out of
You me up,
We're underground...

anarchist,
For the payment,
Struck the wilderness,
By council assailants,
A sound, a cry of glass,
That echoes the overpass,
If you fall pick you up,
And we'll go again!

Love us,
How our cuts,
Who can you trust when out of luck?
You me up,
going undeground,
We're shouting so so we'll be found,
We're shouting so loud so be found...