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

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

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

They say they're only trying to the law
And if they were off duty we could some more
O.K., they're but when they're in a mob,
They're under orders, it's a job.
The plods are taught to go for your
Or bust nose 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 that we've been taught,
expect help, do don't get caught.

They try so very hard to reasonable and straight
And asked you twice to co-operate.
"You have every right to like anyone these days,
But to the footpath and out the fucking way, see?"
???

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

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

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

To stand up for the good of all and make demands for
Will bring us and sharp against the army and police.
Well, the poor too, just like us, maybe it's too late.
The are in their bunker, the poor are at the gate.
Use our to avoid confrontation,
Our love to exploitation.
If the choose to stay,
They'll have to to get out of the fucking way.

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