Luyện nghe bài hát Inequality Street

Life's really a box-
some do - others have plenty.
It in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - perpetually empty.
From the to the grave,
point your to the gravy.
"Food first, then morals" they say,
the end of the three hot meals away.
Two average men eat their meals
but destiny at their table.
One is served gruel the other chews veal,
(But both spoon fed lies from the cradle).
Life's a chocolate box -
do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my in knots,
while your box is so full - perpetually empty.
moments for the masses -
work is the curse of the classes
'homo homini we cry -
humanity fades the moon in the sky.
You can't an omelette without breaking eggs,
(first are cracked and then beaten).
The only things cracked here are our heads,
for disaster that we keep repeating.
Life's a chocolate box -
some do without - have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my in knots,
while your box is so - mine's perpetually empty.
a real beggars banquet,
a brace of rats in a blood stained
meanwhile, gentlefolk in their chateau,
dip silver spoons into forest gateau.
Come lords and - raise glasses in toast
to the - half' dying to eat.
'Cause who receive least deserve it the most,
a literal dead - end (Inequality Street).
Life's really a box -
some do without - have plenty.
It sticks in my - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so - mine's perpetually empty.