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 down to stay

You feel the prison of his loneliness
He wouldn't see for years
He kept brandy the compressed air tanks
And he gulped it when the coast was

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

Bob's was his handlebar moustache
Said he still combed out
Pushed a tank through the desert
So made him the leading hand

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

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

Fred had been a farmer and a heavyweight
Hands like a stump jump
Moved the with a thrust of his arms
He was on the paint line now

And the boys made a noise every night
At the bar of the Hotel
Downing and chewing the fat
Till the ten o'clock bell

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

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

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

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

Fred had of his grueling heavyweight bouts
I remembered he'd said
There's no up on that killing floor
If you fight you're dead

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