Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Floor

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

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

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

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

And the summer night were long and cool
Charlie chain smoked
David sweated in his paint mask
As he out at the stars

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

Fred had been a 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 every Friday night
At the bar of the Hilton
Downing and chewing the fat
the ten o'clock closing bell

It was only rumour til the foreman
And hiding his shame with a
He said cutting 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 stood bolt still looking
Nick swore for an hour in

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

a few days later I saw old Joe
Looking like aged ten years
on the tiles at the Stag Hotel
And he hold back the tears

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

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

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