Luyện nghe bài hát Inequality Street

Life's really a chocolate
do without - others have 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, morals" they say,
the end of the world's three hot away.
Two average men eat their average
but destiny at their table.
One is served gruel while the 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 -
work is the of the drinking classes
'homo lupus' we cry -
humanity fades like the in the sky.
You cook an omelette without breaking eggs,
(first are cracked and then beaten).
The only cracked around here are our heads,
recipies for disaster that we repeating.
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.
a real beggars banquet,
a brace of in a blood stained blanket
meanwhile, gentlefolk in their chateau,
dip silver spoons black forest gateau.
Come lords and ladies - glasses in toast
to the 'other - dying to eat.
'Cause they who receive least it the most,
it's a dead - end (Inequality Street).
Life's really a box -
do without - others have plenty.
It in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so - mine's perpetually empty.