Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Floor

Joe no english but he had a dream
And he saved up of his pay
To bring his and six kids from Lebanon
And settle down here to

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the boys made a every Friday night
At the bar of the Hilton
Downing and chewing the fat
Till the ten o'clock closing

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

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

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

Then a few days 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 heavyweight bouts
I remembered what he'd
There's no giving up on that killing
If you fight you're dead

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

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