Luyện nghe bài hát Barricades

By jim

We should have left at
We should have stayed
Now they have the line
Now there is a
Now a barricade
A
Who makes
Who promises through a thick lead door?
an intercom on the 23rd floor?
Who makes promises and then promises
Who makes for El Salvador?

Bobby's getting called, Billy's getting
Juan's getting called, John's called . . .
They get a letter in the mail, they get a telephone

It says, "come on, on"
It says, "come on"
All the American
Asleep beneath shade
on foreign soil
They inside the barricades
the barricades

The sun over the jungle
And grow from the dead nun's lungs
But when the is in the harbor
Then the cyanide on their tongue
the barricade, inside the barricade

Bobby's getting called, Eddie's called up
They get a telephone call, they get a in the mail
Your ship's about to sail, your about to sail
They say, "come on," say, "come on, come along"
They say, "come on, on."

Girls, no more going out
And boys, there's no getting laid
You're gonna parachute to the land
And you drop into the barricades
Inside the barricades, inside the

Who makes promises for the bomb?
It sign your lungs to death
And leave the corporate walls . . .
Who makes promises such insidious charm?
But it would have made cleaner
In old . . .

That's Kevin got called up
got called . . .
And Kevin came back
Ritchie came home

Their got a letter in the mail
THEY GOT A IN THE MAIL . . .

I gonna die for Standard Oil
I.B.M. . . . I die for them!
G.E.? Not me!

"Come on," say, "come on"
say "come on,"
And you say, "ahh" . . .
You say "LATER!"