Luyện nghe bài hát All The King's Men

And so in the of Manfred the Great
The people built the glorious in his name
Great Britain called it, a land for heroes
A land where no one was starving, a paradise, a garden of
The garden of Eden, levelled to the
And concreted over, re-built from
With I.C.I. man-made fibres, made their paradise out of plastic
But our world is and it's showing through
The plastic cello-taped superglue
The money and the patched up lies
The cover-up jobs, the they try to hide
all the king's horses and all the king's men
Will never our world together again
With plastic, sticky-backed, red-taped lies,
And all the paper money they for our lives
Think it, our world, all the ecological catastrophes
They're all at once, at the same time now
to the rescue, I ask you why?
To him tomorrow is just another fucking day fucking up the
Filling his fat silver-lined pockets
So please listen, peoplekind
See the reason that minkind won't save the
Cos there's no money in it for him, it's not his while
up to us
up to us
It's up to us, each and one of us