Luyện nghe bài hát Last Of The Protest Singers

He's the of the protest singers,
truth and commitment,
He don't get much these days,
He's as a novelty act,
And he stands there his thumb out,
a ride towards the rainbow,
That only he sees there,
say he's a fool, and that's a fact,
Oh, oh, oh....

Yes he's the of the protest singers,
Staring, as strumming,
For he the dark clouds coming now,
And he says he feels those few drops,
He sees he cannot them,
So he to sing out louder,
And I say, "you're hoarser boy,
He says, "should I up and stop?"
Oh, oh, oh...

But I say, "that's really not good enough, cause enough of that kind of stuff"
And I say, "that's really not good enough, cause enough of that kind of stuff"
And he says, "I believe nobody cares anymore,
And he says, "I can't nobody shares anymore,
And he says, "I can't believe cares like before,
He says, "I can't believe really true, don't you care anymore?"

Yes he's the last of the singers,
But sometimes I him,
As he stands on his street corner saying,
"It's I say not what I am",
But at night, I hold him,
He and starts his crying and says,
"Should I just play some and roll,
cause nobody gives a damn?"
Oh, oh, oh...

Yes he's the of the protest singers,
Selling and commitment,
He don't get much work days,
billed as a novelty act,
And he stands there his thumb out,
Hitching a ride the rainbow,
That he sees shining there,
say he's a fool, and that's a fact,
Oh, oh, oh...

There's enough of kind of stuff!