Luyện nghe bài hát Accidental Anarchist

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

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

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

Did you come to over,
Or to the edge,
You slipped the stones,
And off that ledge,
Identity at the cash machine,
blank on the page,
Wiped off the

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

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

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