Luyện nghe bài hát All The King's Men

And so in the tradition of 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, to the ground
And concreted over, from scratch
With I.C.I. man-made fibres, they made their out of plastic
But our world is and it's showing through
The plastic cello-taped superglue
The paper money and the patched up
The cover-up jobs, the fact they try to
That all the king's and all the king's men
Will never our world together again
their plastic, sticky-backed, red-taped lies,
And all the paper money exchange for our lives
Think it, our world, all the ecological catastrophes
They're happening all at once, at the same now
to the rescue, I ask you why?
To him tomorrow is just another fucking day fucking up the
Filling his fat silver-lined full
So please listen, dear
See the reason that won't save the earth
Cos no money in it for him, it's not worth his while
up to us
up to us
It's up to us, each and one of us