Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Floor

Joe spoke no english but he had a
And he up most of his pay
To bring his wife and six kids Lebanon
And settle here to stay

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

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

Bob's pride was his handlebar
Said he still out sand
Pushed a tank the Sahara desert
So they made him the hand

And the summer night shifts long and cool
Charlie smoked cigars
David in his speckled paint mask
As he out at the stars

Crazy was a Yugoslav
His old eight Chevy could move
His ambition was to live on a hippie
Dave told him about free love

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

And the boys made a noise Friday night
At the bar of the Hilton
Downing pints and the fat
the ten o'clock closing bell

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

Joe his gaze and gulped a brandy
And it out at his feet
Bob stood bolt still looking
Nick for an hour in Greek

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

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

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

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

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