Luyện nghe bài hát I Pity the Poor Immigrant

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

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

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