Luyện nghe bài hát Angry Young Man

There's a in the world for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical
He refuses to bend, he refuses to
and he's always at home his back to the wall.
He's proud of the scars and the he's lost
He struggles and bleeds as he on the cross
And he likes to be known as the angry man.

Give a or two to the angry young man
With his foot in his and his heart in his hand
He's stabbed in the back, he's been misunderstood
It's a comfort to know his are good
He sits in a with a lock on the door
with his and his medals laid out of the floor
And he to be known as the angry young man.

I believe I've passed the age of and righteous rage,
found that just surviving was a noble fight
I once believed in causes too, had my pointless of view
Life went on no who was wrong or right.

And always a place for the angry young man
With his fist in the air and his head in the
never been able to learn from mistakes
He can't understand why his heart always
His honor is pure, and his courage as
fair and he's true, and he's boring as hell
And he'll go to his grave as an old man.

There's a in the world for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical
He to bend, he refuses to crawl
and he's always at with his back to the wall.
He's proud of the scars and the battles he's
He and bleeds as he hangs on the cross
And he to be known as the angry young man