Luyện nghe bài hát I Pity the Poor Immigrant

I pity the immigrant who wishes he would have stayed home
Who uses all his power to do evil and in the end is always so alone
That man who his fingers cheats, who lies with every breath
Who passionately hates his and likewise fears his death

I pity the poor immigrant whose is spent in vain
Whose is like ironsides, whose tears are like rain
Who but is not satisfied, who hears but does not see
Who falls in love with itself and turns his back on me

I pity the poor who tramples through the mud
Who fills his mouth with laughing and who fills his town with
Whose visions in the end must shatter like the glass
I pity the poor immigrant his gladness comes to pass