Luyện nghe bài hát Inequality Street

Life's really a box-
do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's empty.
From the to the grave,
point your to the gravy.
"Food first, then morals" they say,
the end of the world's three hot away.
Two average men eat their meals
but waits at their table.
One is gruel while the other chews veal,
(But both spoon fed lies from the cradle).
Life's really a box -
do without - others have plenty.
It in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
Tragic moments for the -
work is the of the drinking classes
'homo homini we cry -
humanity fades like the in the sky.
You cook an omelette without breaking eggs,
(first they are cracked and beaten).
The only cracked around here are our heads,
recipies for disaster we keep repeating.
Life's really a box -
some do without - others plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's empty.
Here's a beggars banquet,
a of rats in a blood stained blanket
meanwhile, high in their chateau,
dip silver spoons into black gateau.
lords and ladies - raise glasses in toast
to the 'other - half' to eat.
'Cause they who receive least it the most,
a literal dead - end (Inequality Street).
Life's a chocolate box -
some do without - have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my in knots,
while box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.