Luyện nghe bài hát Inequality Street

Life's really a chocolate
do without - others have plenty.
It in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
From the to the grave,
point ladle 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 destiny at their table.
One is served gruel while the other veal,
(But they're both spoon fed lies the cradle).
really a chocolate box -
some do without - have plenty.
It sticks in my - my stomach's in knots,
while box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
moments for the masses -
work is the curse of the classes
homini lupus' we cry -
humanity fades the moon in the sky.
You can't cook an without breaking eggs,
(first they are cracked and beaten).
The things cracked around here are our heads,
recipies for disaster that we repeating.
Life's a chocolate box -
do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - perpetually empty.
Here's a beggars banquet,
a brace of rats in a blood blanket
meanwhile, gentlefolk high in chateau,
dip silver spoons black forest gateau.
Come lords and ladies - raise glasses in
to the 'other - dying to eat.
'Cause they who least deserve it the most,
it's a dead - end (Inequality Street).
Life's a chocolate box -
some do - others have plenty.
It sticks in my - my stomach's in knots,
while box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.