Luyện nghe bài hát I Pity The Poor Immigrant

I the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would've stayed
Who all his power to do evil
But in the end is always so alone
That man whom his fingers cheats
And who lies with every
Who passionately hates his
And likewise, fears his

I pity the immigrant
Whose strength is in vain
heaven is like ironsides
Whose tears are like
Who but is not satisfied
Who but does not see
Who falls in love with wealth
And his back on me

I pity the immigrant
Who tramples the mud
Who his mouth with laughing
And who builds his town with
Whose visions in the end
Must like the glass
I the poor immigrant
When his gladness to pass