Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Get Caught

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

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

It's only when we're and start to make fuss
the politicians show their real face.
It's the copper and the who were once one of us,
Now trained to do the dirty and know their place.
If they won't listen either, can we do?
They're people. Yes. But only 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 only trying to uphold the law
And if they off duty we could talk some more
O.K., individuals but when they're in a mob,
They're under orders, a dirty job.
The are taught to go for your 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 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 already to co-operate.
"You have every right to protest like anyone days,
But to the footpath and out the fucking way, see?"
???

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

??? They'll think it's on the news at ten ???
The are at it again,
Annoying the police and the 'grass roots'
We're living in a country the army shoots.
with courage dumped and stranded
Don'ts and look on empty-handed.
If you fuck up the state, be a star,
They're struck if they don't who you are.

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

To stand up for the good of all and make for peace
Will us hard and sharp against the army and police.
Well, they're the poor too, like us, maybe it's too late.
The are in their bunker, the poor are at the gate.
Use our to avoid confrontation,
Our to avoid exploitation.
If the uniforms to stay,
have to learn to get out of the fucking way.

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