Luyện nghe bài hát No Man's Land

You say that you'd rather be poor
Than scratching, saving, scrimping all the
Looking in the windows at you can't afford
Always hungry, never
In no man's land the are long

You say you'd rather be really ill
Than just having headaches, have no energy
All the allergies and all the little pains
Never getting better, never getting
In no man's the days are long

You say that you'd have no love at all
Than pathetic words, half-hearted kisses
Never feeling anything, at all
Never no fire, no passion
In no land the days are long

Do you you can come out
from your shell-hole?
Or do you run for
time you hear a shot fired in anger?