Luyện nghe bài hát I Pity the Poor Immigrant

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

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

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