Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Floor

Joe spoke no but he had a dream
And he up most of his pay
To bring his wife and six 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 when the coast was

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

Bob's was his handlebar moustache
Said he combed out sand
Pushed a through the Sahara desert
So they him the leading hand

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

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

Fred had been a farmer and a champ
Hands like a stump plough
Moved the earth a thrust of his arms
He was loading on the line now

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

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

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

Their was spent in a rush 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
on the tiles at the Stag Hotel
And he hold back the tears

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

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

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