Luyện nghe bài hát Market Place

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

Oh, yes we are the running in the race,
up the bargains in the old marketplace,
Another sale on something, we'll buy it while hot
And save a lot of spending money we don't got.-we-X2
The consumer they us, we always get a fair shake
We buy a fridge doesn't freeze, and a stove that doesn't bake
We can't buy nothing les we get that raise in pay
And they'd only charge more for the things that 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 they take down from the shelf-
always full of good fresh air when they're not full of nothing else.

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