Luyện nghe bài hát Inequality Street

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