Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Get Caught

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

We know our 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 government "shove it" and "don't get in the way".
But we're down corpses on a world nose-dive.
People here tightly to their fear and their fun,
The dead are abroad, so our are clean.
Even those who know, hide in and Sun.
What will it take to stop the

only when we're serious and start to make fuss
That the show their real face.
the copper and the squaddy who were once one of us,
Now to do the dirty work 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 there's no shelter we work in the mess.

They say they're trying to uphold the law
And if were off duty we could talk some more
O.K., they're individuals but they're 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 own hands and fuck us a lot.

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

They try so very hard to seem reasonable and
And asked you already to co-operate.
"You have every right to like 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 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 roots'
We're living in a country where the shoots.
People with courage dumped and
and won'ts look 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 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 us hard and sharp against the army and police.
Well, they're the poor too, just like us, it's too late.
The are in their bunker, the poor are at the gate.
Use our head to confrontation,
Our love to exploitation.
If the uniforms to stay,
They'll to learn to get out of the fucking way.

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