Luyện nghe bài hát I Pity The Poor Immigrant

I pity the poor
Who he would've stayed home
Who all his power to do evil
But in the end is left so alone
That man whom with his fingers
And who lies with every
Who hates his life
And likewise, fears his

I pity the poor
Whose strength is in vain
Whose heaven is ironsides
Whose tears are like
Who but is not satisfied
Who but does not see
Who in love with wealth itself
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 shatter the glass
I pity the immigrant
his gladness comes to pass