Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Get Caught

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

We our know our enemy they're hiding underground,
They us to live and die in the shit they leave around.
can we do? What can we say?
We're not yet; 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.
those who know, hide in Sounds and Sun.
What will it take to the machine?

It's only when we're serious and start to fuss
That the politicians show real face.
the copper and the squaddy who were once one of us,
Now trained to do the dirty work and know place.
If they won't 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 there's no shelter we 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 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,
the law into their own hands and fuck us a lot.

If we choose to the paths that we've been taught,
Don't help, do don't 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 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,
the police 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 if they don't know who you are.

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

To stand up for the of all and make demands for peace
Will bring us hard and 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 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.