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

We know our know our they're hiding underground,
They want us to and die in the shit they 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 sliding corpses on a world nose-dive.
here cling tightly to their fear and their fun,
The are abroad, so our streets are clean.
Even those who know, in Sounds and Sun.
What it take to stop the machine?

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

They say they're trying to uphold the law
And if they were off we could talk some more
O.K., individuals but when they're in a mob,
They're orders, it's a dirty job.
The are taught to go for your neck
Or bust your nose running 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 we've taught,
Don't help, do don't get caught.

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

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

??? think it's easy on the news at ten ???
The are at it again,
Annoying the police and the passive roots'
We're in a country where the army shoots.
People with courage and stranded
and won'ts 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 leave the paths we've been taught,
Don't expect help, do get caught.

To up for the good of all and make demands for peace
Will bring us hard and against the army and police.
Well, the poor too, just like us, maybe it's too late.
The are in their bunker, the poor are at the gate.
Use our to avoid confrontation,
Our love to exploitation.
If the choose to stay,
They'll have to 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.