Luyện nghe bài hát Inequality Street

Life's really a box-
some do without - others plenty.
It sticks in my - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's empty.
From the to the grave,
your ladle to the gravy.
"Food comes first, then morals" 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 from the cradle).
Life's a chocolate box -
some do - others have plenty.
It in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
Tragic for the masses -
work is the curse of the classes
'homo homini we cry -
fades like the moon in the sky.
You can't cook an without breaking eggs,
(first they are and then beaten).
The only things around here are our heads,
for disaster that we keep repeating.
Life's a chocolate box -
some do without - others plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my 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 into black forest gateau.
Come lords and ladies - raise in toast
to the 'other - half' to eat.
'Cause who receive least deserve it the most,
it's a literal - end (Inequality Street).
really a chocolate box -
some do - others have plenty.
It in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.