Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Get Caught

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

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

It's only when serious and start to make fuss
the politicians show their real face.
It's the and the squaddy who were once one of us,
Now trained to do the dirty work and their place.
If they won't either, what can we do?
They're people. Yes. But only 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 off duty we could talk some more
O.K., they're individuals but when in a mob,
under orders, it's a dirty job.
The are taught to go for your neck
Or bust your nose their gauntlet.
P.C. on the spot,
Take the law their own hands and fuck us a lot.

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

They try so very hard to seem reasonable and
And asked you twice to co-operate.
"You every right to protest like anyone these days,
But keep to the footpath and out the way, see?"
???

If we choose to the paths that 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 and the passive 'grass roots'
We're living in a country the army shoots.
People 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 to leave the paths that we've been taught,
Don't expect help, do get caught.

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