Luyện nghe bài hát All The King's Men

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