Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Get Caught

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

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

It's only when we're serious and start to make
That the politicians their real face.
It's the copper and the squaddy who were one of us,
Now trained to do the work and know their place.
If they won't listen either, can we do?
They're people. Yes. But only oppress.
If we can go round them, have to go through.
If it rains and there's no we must work in the mess.

They say they're only to uphold the law
And if they were off duty we could some more
O.K., they're but when they're in a mob,
They're orders, it's a dirty job.
The plods are taught to go for your
Or bust your 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 asked you twice 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 that we've 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 passive 'grass
living in a country where the army shoots.
People with 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 know who you are.

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

To stand up for the good of all and make 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 rich are in bunker, the poor are at the gate.
Use our head to confrontation,
Our love to exploitation.
If the uniforms to stay,
have to learn to get out of the fucking way.

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