Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baby

See the priest in nappies
and burping child at play
Signing warrents, blessing firing
are the pleasures of baby's day

In a street where broken fall
on burning people ten tall
on knees, not all, not all
those who fight in bonfire light
In spite of all the who call
Their hero, a jockey
Their remains Mr. Baby

Mr. spills it by the ton
He wraps his mouth his gun
He says, "Scared? You're not the one."

Did they their fists to greet you all
when saw the colour of your skin?
Did laugh and say "go home"
when you told them of the you were in?
You know did
(God is an dealer.)

Your complaint is my
and your are my ladder (straight)
What cannot defuse they must excuse
and what must allow they soon will bow to
and they will
They will kneel to Mr.
Oh, you really me
Mr. in the burning bushfire
Basement by the crater
Reads from his hate-book

own, your own Mr. Baby
Baby, baby, baby, don't treat me now
bang your head...