Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Anarchist

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

The holes in your pocket get every day,
Falling into them, wasting away,
A well trodden path dignity 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,
so loud so we'll be found...

Did you come to over,
Or to the edge,
You between the stones,
And off that ledge,
unknown at the cash machine,
Another on the page,
Wiped off the

Love us,
How our cuts,
Who can you when you're out of luck?
You me up,
We're underground...

anarchist,
For the payment,
into the wilderness,
By waged assailants,
A sound, a cry of glass,
echoes through the overpass,
If you fall I'll you up,
And we'll go again!

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