Luyện nghe bài hát Inequality Street

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