Luyện nghe bài hát Last Of The Protest Singers

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

Yes the last of the protest singers,
Staring, as strumming,
For he the dark clouds coming now,
And he says he feels 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 not good enough, cause there's enough of that kind of stuff"
And I say, "that's really not enough, cause there's enough of that kind of stuff"
And he says, "I can't nobody cares anymore,
And he says, "I can't believe shares anymore,
And he says, "I can't believe nobody like before,
He says, "I can't believe it's really true, don't you anymore?"

Yes he's the of the protest singers,
But I believe him,
As he stands on his cold corner saying,
"It's what I say not I am",
But late at night, I him,
He and starts his crying and says,
"Should I play some rock and roll,
nobody really gives a damn?"
Oh, oh, oh...

Yes 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,
Hitching a towards the rainbow,
That only he shining there,
They say a fool, and that's a fact,
Oh, oh, oh...

There's enough of kind of stuff!