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

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

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

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

Charlie was a Yugoslav
His old straight eight Chevy move
His was to live on a hippie commune
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 line now

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

It was only til the foreman came
And hiding his shame a cough
He said they're 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 bolt still looking thunderstruck
Nick swore for an hour in

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

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

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

If you work with your hands for livelihood
day you might have to choose
When the class war on the factory floor
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 fight you

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