Luyện nghe bài hát I Pity The Poor Immigrant

I pity the poor
Who wishes he would've home
Who all his power to do evil
But in the end is always so alone
That man whom his fingers cheats
And who lies every breath
Who passionately his life
And likewise, his death

I the poor immigrant
Whose strength is in vain
Whose is like ironsides
Whose are like rain
Who but is not satisfied
Who but does not see
Who falls in with wealth itself
And his back on me

I the poor immigrant
Who tramples the mud
Who his mouth with laughing
And who builds his town blood
Whose in the final end
Must shatter like the
I pity the poor
When his gladness comes to