Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Get Caught

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

We our know our enemy they're hiding underground,
want us to live and die in the shit they leave 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 sliding down corpses on a nose-dive.
here cling tightly to their fear and their fun,
The are abroad, so our streets 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 make
That the show their real face.
the copper and the squaddy who were once one of us,
Now trained to do the dirty and know their place.
If won't listen either, what can we do?
people. Yes. But only people oppress.
If we can go round them, have to go through.
If it rains and no shelter we must work in the mess.

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

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

They try so very to seem reasonable and straight
And asked you twice to co-operate.
"You have every right to protest anyone these 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 it's easy on the news at ten ???
The are at it again,
Annoying the police and the 'grass roots'
living in a country where the army shoots.
People courage dumped and stranded
Don'ts and look on empty-handed.
If you up the state, don't be a star,
They're struck if they don't who you are.

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

To stand up for the good of all and demands for peace
bring us hard and sharp against the army and police.
Well, they're the poor too, like us, maybe it's too late.
The rich are in their bunker, the are at the gate.
Use our head to confrontation,
Our to avoid exploitation.
If the uniforms 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 cease to be the seeker, we the sought.