Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Floor

Joe no english but he had a dream
And he saved up of his pay
To bring his wife and six kids from
And down here to stay

You feel the prison of his loneliness
He wouldn't see them for
He brandy behind the compressed air tanks
And he gulped it the coast was clear

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

Bob's was his handlebar moustache
Said he still combed out
Pushed a tank the Sahara desert
So they made him the leading

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

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

Fred had a farmer and a heavyweight champ
like a stump jump plough
Moved the earth a thrust of his arms
He was loading on the paint now

And the made a noise every Friday night
At the bar of the Hotel
Downing pints and the fat
Till the ten closing bell

It was only rumour til the foreman
And hiding his shame a cough
He they're cutting back down to one shift now
gonna have to lay you off

Joe his gaze and gulped a brandy
And spat it out at his
Bob bolt still looking thunderstruck
swore for an hour in Greek

Their anger was spent in a of fire
And out of mind
they shook hands on that last grey day
Each was in his way

a few days later I saw old Joe
Looking like aged ten years
Drunk on the tiles at the Stag
And he hold back the tears

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

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

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