Luyện nghe bài hát I Pity the Poor Immigrant

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

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

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