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 from
And settle here to stay

You could feel the of his loneliness
He see them for years
He kept brandy behind the compressed air
And he gulped it the coast was clear

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

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

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

Charlie was a Yugoslav
His old eight Chevy could move
His ambition was to on a hippie commune
When Dave told him about free

Fred had a farmer and a heavyweight champ
Hands like a 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
Till the ten closing bell

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

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

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

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

Fred had talked of his grueling bouts
I remembered what said
There's no giving up on that killing
If you don't fight dead

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

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