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 prison of his
He see them for years
He kept brandy behind the air tanks
And he gulped it when the coast was

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

Bob's pride was his moustache
Said he still combed out
Pushed a through the Sahara desert
So they him the leading hand

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

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

Fred had been a farmer and a champ
Hands a stump jump plough
Moved the earth with a of his arms
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 his shame 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 stood bolt still looking
Nick swore for an in Greek

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

Then a few later I saw old Joe
like he'd aged ten years
Drunk on the tiles at the Hotel
And he hold back the tears

Fred had talked of his grueling heavyweight
I what he'd said
There's no giving up on that killing
If you don't fight you're

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

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