Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Floor

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

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

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

pride was his handlebar moustache
Said he combed out sand
Pushed a tank through the desert
So they made him the leading

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

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

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

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

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

Joe held his gaze and gulped a
And spat it out at his
Bob stood bolt still looking
Nick swore for an hour in

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

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

Fred had talked of his grueling heavyweight
I remembered what he'd
There's no giving up on that floor
If you fight you're dead

If you work your hands for your livelihood
Some day you have to choose
When the class war rages on the factory
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 you lose

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