Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Get Caught

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

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

It's only when we're and start to make fuss
That the show their real face.
the copper and the squaddy who were once one of us,
Now trained to do the work and know their place.
If they listen either, what can we do?
people. Yes. But only 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 only trying to uphold the law
And if they off duty we could talk some more
O.K., they're individuals but when in a mob,
They're under orders, it's a job.
The are taught to go for your neck
Or your nose running their gauntlet.
P.C. on the spot,
Take the law into their own and fuck us a lot.

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

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

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

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

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

To up for the good 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 are in their bunker, the poor are at the gate.
Use our to avoid confrontation,
Our to avoid exploitation.
If the uniforms to stay,
They'll have to learn to get out of the way.

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