Luyện nghe bài hát Last Of The Protest Singers

He's the of the protest singers,
truth and commitment,
He don't get much work days,
He's as a novelty act,
And he stands there his thumb out,
a ride towards the rainbow,
That he sees shining 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 sees the dark 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 hoarser boy,
He says, "should I up and stop?"
Oh, oh, oh...

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

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

Yes the last of the protest singers,
truth and commitment,
He get much work these days,
billed as a novelty act,
And he there with his thumb out,
a ride towards the rainbow,
That he sees shining there,
They say he's a fool, and a fact,
Oh, oh, oh...

There's enough of kind of stuff!