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 left so
That man whom his fingers cheats
And who with every breath
Who passionately hates his
And likewise, his death

I pity the poor
Whose is spent in vain
Whose heaven is ironsides
Whose tears are rain
Who but is not satisfied
Who but does not see
Who falls in love wealth itself
And turns his on me

I pity the immigrant
Who tramples the mud
Who fills his mouth with
And who builds his town blood
visions in the final end
Must shatter the glass
I pity the poor
When his comes to pass