Luyện nghe bài hát Market Place

The consumer, they call us, the people that buy
everyone else is out to sell, some kind of merchandise
We run to the boss and him, we need a bit more gold
Some tax deductions later, and we wind up in the hole.

Oh, yes we are the running in the race,
Buying up the in the old marketplace,
Another sale on something, we'll buy it while hot
And a lot of money spending money we don't got.-we-X2
The consumer they call us, we always get a fair
We buy a fridge doesn't freeze, and a stove that doesn't bake
We buy nothing lasting les we get that raise in pay
And they'd only charge more for the things cost us less today
The consumer, they call us, we're what we eat.
We at the price of the T-bone steak, and buy hamburg meat-
In all those fancy packages they take down from the
They're always full of fresh air when they're not full of nothing else.

The consumer they us, when the man comes in the door
To us a deal on the vacuum, if we buy a rug for the floor
And how do we pay to finance? When the monthly bills
They just send down the bailiff to the car we drive...
The consumer is they call us, we're always deep in debt.
>From buyin drawers in discount stores to the T.V.set.
We go to the for the money, and sign for another loan,
And the Lord doesn't see us stop in the tavern half-way home.
repeat:
Play on the guitar, and end.