Luyện nghe bài hát In Comes the Flood

All
be to thee
Oh ye paper
As we our sacred cow
To the bankers we bow
Endless from their wars
slaves of all the poor
Our new god is on the
"The Almighty" Dollar

I want to burn down Wall Street,
And fan the flames of discontent like
Saints of Red, White, and
bonds of junk to you
Our flag has all but to green

In comes the
Wake up
In comes the
Wake up

to buy or time to die
It's all for sale on lines
Until the fucking end of
Shackled to the dotted
Oh the market may be
But not for you and me
as we forget
To the Angel Of

I give a fuck if I'm rich, motherfucker
We bought that line 'cause a bunch of suckers
fighting for the scraps
We've let our lapse
By cash into a god

In the flood
Wake up
In comes the
up America

Moneytheistic
of the red, white, blue, and green
Who dare to my life's interest rate
'Til rich bellies burst at the seams
Our nothing more to them
Than a of financial decision
by a TV screen
All hail the American

And woe to
Our life
If we hold this
Then lose our

up

In the flood
Wake up
In the flood
Wake up
In the flood
Wake up
In comes the
Wake up