Luyện nghe bài hát I Pity The Poor Immigrant

I the poor immigrant
Who he would've stayed home
Who uses all his power to do
But in the end is always left so
That man whom with his fingers
And who lies every breath
Who passionately hates his
And likewise, his death

I pity the immigrant
Whose is spent in vain
Whose heaven is like
Whose tears are like
Who eats but is not
Who hears but not see
Who falls in love with wealth
And turns his on me

I pity the immigrant
Who through the mud
Who fills his with laughing
And who builds his town with
Whose in the final end
Must like the glass
I the poor immigrant
his gladness comes to pass