Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Get Caught

They won't fucking listen, they won't listen, they won't fucking listen,
They won't fucking listen, they won't listen, they won't fucking listen,
They won't listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen,
won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen.

We know our know our enemy they're underground,
They want us to live and die in the shit they around.
What can we do? can we say?
We're not dead yet; to show alive?
The government "shove it" and "don't get in the way".
But we're down corpses on a world nose-dive.
People here tightly to their fear and their fun,
The dead are abroad, so our are clean.
Even who know, hide in Sounds and Sun.
What will it take to stop the

It's only when we're serious and start to fuss
That the show their real face.
It's the copper and the squaddy who were one of us,
Now trained to do the dirty work and their place.
If they won't either, what can we do?
They're people. Yes. But only oppress.
If we can go them, we'll have to go through.
If it rains and no shelter we must work in the mess.

say they're only trying to uphold the law
And if they were off duty we could talk more
O.K., individuals but when they're in a mob,
They're under orders, it's a job.
The plods are to go for your neck
Or bust your running their gauntlet.
P.C. on the spot,
Take the law their own hands and fuck us a lot.

If we choose to leave the paths that been taught,
Don't expect help, do get caught.

They try so very hard to seem and straight
And asked you already to co-operate.
"You have every right to protest like anyone days,
But keep to the and out the fucking way, see?"
???

If we choose to leave the paths we've been taught,
Don't expect help, do get caught.

??? They'll think it's easy on the at ten ???
The are at it again,
Annoying the and the passive 'grass roots'
We're living in a country the army shoots.
People with dumped and stranded
Don'ts and look on empty-handed.
If you fuck up the state, be a star,
They're struck if don't know who you are.

If we choose to leave the that we've been taught,
Don't expect help, do get caught.

To stand up for the of all and make demands for peace
Will us hard and sharp against the army and police.
Well, they're the poor too, just us, maybe it's too late.
The rich are in their bunker, the are at the gate.
Use our to avoid confrontation,
Our to avoid exploitation.
If the uniforms to stay,
They'll to learn to get out of the fucking way.

If we choose to leave the paths we've been taught,
We cease to be the seeker, we the sought.