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 fucking listen, they won't listen,
They won't fucking listen, 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 hiding underground,
want us to live and die in the shit they leave around.
What can we do? What can we
We're not dead yet; to we're alive?
The says "shove it" and "don't get in the way".
But we're sliding corpses on a world nose-dive.
here cling tightly to their fear and their 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 when we're serious and start to make fuss
the politicians 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 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 rains and there's no shelter we must in the mess.

They say they're only 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 your
Or bust your nose running gauntlet.
P.C. on the spot,
Take the law into their own and fuck us a lot.

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

They try so very to seem reasonable and straight
And you twice already to co-operate.
"You have every right to protest anyone these days,
But keep to the footpath and out the 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,
Annoying the police and the passive 'grass
We're living in a country the army shoots.
with courage dumped and stranded
Don'ts and won'ts on empty-handed.
If you fuck up the state, be a star,
They're struck if they know who you are.

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

To stand up for the of all and make demands for peace
bring us hard and sharp against the army and police.
Well, they're the poor too, just like us, maybe too late.
The are in their bunker, the poor are at the gate.
Use our head to confrontation,
Our to avoid exploitation.
If the choose to stay,
have 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.