Luyện nghe bài hát Last Of The Protest Singers

He's the last of the singers,
truth and commitment,
He get much work these days,
He's as a novelty act,
And he stands there his thumb out,
Hitching a ride the rainbow,
That only he sees there,
They say a fool, and that's a fact,
Oh, oh, oh....

Yes he's the of the protest singers,
Staring, as strumming,
For he sees the dark clouds now,
And he says he those first few drops,
He sees he reach them,
So he to sing out louder,
And I say, "you're getting boy,
He says, "should I up and stop?"
Oh, oh, oh...

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

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

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

There's enough of kind of stuff!