Luyện nghe bài hát All The King's Men

And so in the tradition of Manfred the
The people built the glorious vision in his
Great they called it, a land for heroes
A where no one was starving, a paradise, a garden of Eden
The garden of Eden, levelled to the
And concreted over, re-built scratch
With I.C.I. man-made fibres, made their paradise out of plastic
But our world is cracked and showing through
The plastic backed cello-taped
The paper and the patched up lies
The cover-up jobs, the they try to hide
That all the king's horses and all the men
Will never stick our world again
their plastic, sticky-backed, red-taped lies,
And all the money they exchange for our lives
Think about it, our world, all the catastrophes
They're happening all at once, at the time now
Mankind to the rescue, I ask you
To him tomorrow is just fucking day fucking 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, and every one of us