Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Anarchist

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

The in your pocket get bigger every day,
Falling down into them, away,
A well path where dignity fades
all the way...

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

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

Love us,
How our cuts,
Who can you trust when out of luck?
You me up,
going underground...

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

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