Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Floor

Joe spoke no but he had a dream
And he up most of his pay
To bring his and six kids from Lebanon
And down here to stay

You could feel the prison of his
He wouldn't see for years
He kept brandy behind the air tanks
And he gulped it the coast was clear

Nick the Greek collected tropical
Had to be a too
Smuggled in just to break the law
And he fed them on

Bob's pride was his moustache
he still combed out sand
Pushed a tank through the desert
So made him the leading hand

And the night shifts were long and cool
Charlie chain smoked
sweated in his speckled paint mask
As he out at the stars

Charlie was a Yugoslav
His old straight eight Chevy move
His ambition was to live on a commune
When Dave told him about love

had been a farmer and a heavyweight champ
Hands like a stump plough
Moved the with a thrust of his arms
He was on the paint line now

And the boys made a noise every Friday
At the bar of the Hotel
Downing and chewing the fat
Till the ten o'clock closing

It was only rumour til the came
And hiding his shame with a
He said they're cutting back down to one now
They're have to lay you off

Joe held his and gulped a brandy
And spat it out at his
Bob stood still looking thunderstruck
Nick swore for an in Greek

Their was spent in a rush of fire
And smouldered out of
When they shook hands on last grey day
Each was in his way

Then a few days I saw old Joe
Looking like aged ten years
Drunk on the at the Stag Hotel
And he couldn't hold back the

Fred had talked of his grueling bouts
I remembered he'd said
There's no up on that killing floor
If you don't fight you're

If you work your hands for your livelihood
Some day you might have to
When the class war on the factory floor
If you don't fight you
If you don't fight you
If you don't fight you
If you don't fight you
If you don't you lose

If you don't you lose
If you fight
If you don't you lose
If you don't fight you