Luyện nghe bài hát Inequality Street

Life's really a chocolate
some do without - others plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my in knots,
while box is so full - mine's perpetually 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 men eat their average meals
but destiny at their table.
One is served gruel while the other veal,
(But they're spoon fed lies from the cradle).
Life's really a box -
do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my in knots,
your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
Tragic for the masses -
work is the curse of the drinking
homini lupus' we cry -
humanity fades the moon in the sky.
You can't cook an omelette without eggs,
(first are cracked and then beaten).
The only things cracked here are our heads,
recipies for disaster we keep repeating.
Life's really a box -
some do - 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 stained blanket
meanwhile, gentlefolk in their chateau,
dip spoons into black forest gateau.
Come lords and ladies - glasses in toast
to the 'other - half' to eat.
'Cause they who receive deserve it the most,
a literal dead - end (Inequality Street).
Life's a chocolate box -
some do without - others plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's empty.