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 to crawl
and always at home with his back to the wall.
He's proud of the scars and the battles lost
He struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the
And he likes to be known as the angry man.

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

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

And there's always a place for the young man
With his fist in the air and his head in the
He's never been to learn from mistakes
He understand why his heart always breaks
His is pure, and his courage as well
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 plans
He to bend, he refuses to crawl
and always at home with his back to the wall.
He's proud of the and the battles he's lost
He struggles and bleeds as he on the cross
And he to be known as the angry young man