Luyện nghe bài hát Last of the Window Cleaners

I was the last of the
I was sacrificed as
When they out the ring-leaders
said I'd seen too much
But I saw what the butler did
The also
I only saw how the other lived
I washed their windows
Maybe up my ladder I got ideas above my
Seldom if ever had a man had a higher education
I to value clarity
And that knowledge is a thing
That windows attain transparency
working men get a look in
But are bad for window-cleaners
than the 1930s
If it's not and amateurs
Who don't know the dirt is
It's our most powerful
Who'll us out eventually
lost the taste for clarity
In the late century
The rich stopped wanting to see the
They'd made it a mess
They covered windows with mother-of-pearl
To the ugliness
It was then that the started
Charity fell out of
It was whispered that the rich
Our job with
They took away our
And a window tax
became like hermits
Sitting in their black flats
And though we intransigent
And our in the work lived on
was a series of mysterious accidents
And we off one by one
And times are bad for
than the 1930s
If it's not cowboys and
Who don't know where the is
It's our most powerful
Who'll wipe us out
They've lost the taste for
In the late century
I was the of the window-cleaners
After the union was
They found the of the other ring leaders
Their fingers had been
I received anonymous threatening attack
They at the Limehouse dock
Up drew a horse-drawn cab
It was well past o'clock
Out a man with a lantern
he'd come to light me to bed
Saying something to do a chopper
And something to do my head
But I listening carefully
I had other on my mind
The of the union
The future of
He spread his frock coat flat on the
And positioning me there
Laid me back almost
And a butcher's cleaver
I shouted past him into the
"We're prepared to concessions"
But the blade he in my heart
my profession
But times are bad for
Worse the 1930s
If not cowboys and amateurs
Who don't know the dirt is
It's our most customers
Who wiped us out
They've lost the for clarity
In the late century