Luyện nghe bài hát Orphans of wealth

There is no to discuss or debate
is right, what is wrong for our people
Time has run out for all who wait
With bent limbs and that are feeble

And the rain and blows through their window
And the falls and blows through their door
And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of
the tides rise, they cover the floor

They come from the north and they come from the
And they come from the hills and the
And they're migrants and and miners and humans
Our neglected to tally

And the rain falls and through their window
And the falls and it blows through their door
And the seasons revolve mid their of starvation
When the tides rise, they cover the

And they're African, Mexican, Caucasian,
Hungry and Americans
The orphans of and of adequate health
Disowned by this nation live in

And with weather worn on bread lines they stand
Yet but one degradation
And they're treated like tramps while we sell food stamps
This and prosperous nation

And the falls and blows through their window
And the snow falls and blows their door
And the seasons revolve mid their of starvation
When the tides rise, cover the floor

And with roaches and and rats in the thickets
Infested, diseased and
With rags and no and skin sores that ooze
By the poisonous pools, they are

In shacks of two rooms that are wood tombs
With corpses inside them
And we pity their plight as they in the night
And we do all we can do to hide them

And the rain falls and blows through their
And the snow falls in white drifts that
And the tides with floods in the nursery
And a child is crying, he's and cold

His has been sold, his young face looks old
the face of America, dying