Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Floor

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

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

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

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

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

Charlie was a Yugoslav
His old straight Chevy could move
His ambition was to live on a hippie
When told him about free love

had been a farmer and a heavyweight champ
Hands like a stump jump
Moved the earth with a thrust of his
He was loading on the paint now

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

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

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

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

Then a few later I saw old Joe
Looking he'd aged ten years
Drunk on the tiles at the Stag
And he couldn't hold the tears

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

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