Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Floor

Joe no english but he had a dream
And he up most of his pay
To bring his wife and six kids from
And settle here to stay

You feel 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 Greek collected fish
Had to be a too
Smuggled in Pirhana just to the law
And he fed on kangaroo

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

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

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

Fred had been a and a heavyweight champ
Hands like a jump plough
Moved the earth a thrust of his arms
He was loading on the paint now

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

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

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

Their was spent in a rush of fire
And smouldered out of
When they shook 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 hold back the

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

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