Luyện nghe bài hát Last Of The Protest Singers

He's the last of the singers,
truth and commitment,
He don't get work these days,
He's billed as a act,
And he stands there 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....

Yes he's the last of the singers,
Staring, as strumming,
For he sees the clouds coming now,
And he says he feels those few drops,
He sees he cannot them,
So he tries to 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, there's 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 can't believe cares anymore,
And he says, "I can't believe shares anymore,
And he says, "I can't nobody cares like before,
He says, "I can't believe it's really true, you care anymore?"

Yes he's the last of the 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 he's the last of the singers,
truth and commitment,
He don't get work these days,
billed as a novelty act,
And he there with 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...

There's enough of that of stuff!