Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Get Caught

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

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

It's only when we're serious and to make fuss
That the politicians show their face.
It's the 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 them, we'll have to go through.
If it and there's no shelter we must work in the mess.

They say they're only trying to the law
And if they were off duty we could some more
O.K., they're individuals but when in a mob,
They're under orders, a dirty job.
The plods are taught to go for neck
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 leave the that we've been taught,
Don't help, do don't get caught.

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

If we choose to leave the paths that been taught,
Don't expect help, do 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 in a country where 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 if they don't 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 make demands for
Will bring us hard and sharp against the 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 to avoid exploitation.
If the choose to stay,
They'll have to learn to get out of the way.

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