Luyện nghe bài hát I Pity the Poor Immigrant

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

I pity the poor immigrant whose strength is in vain
Whose heaven is like ironsides, whose are like rain
Who but is not satisfied, who hears but does not see
Who in love with wealth 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 with blood
Whose visions in the final end must shatter the glass
I pity the poor immigrant when his gladness to pass