Luyện nghe bài hát Orphans of wealth

There is no time to discuss or
What is right, what is for our people
has run out for all those who wait
With bent limbs and minds that are

And the rain falls and blows through window
And the snow falls and blows through their
And the revolve mid their sounds of starvation
When the rise, they cover the floor

They from the north and they come from the south
And come from the hills and the valleys
And they're and farmers and miners and humans
Our census to tally

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

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

And with weather hands on bread lines they stand
Yet but one degradation
And they're like tramps while we sell them food stamps
thriving 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 rise, they 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 pools, they are playing

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

And the rain falls and through their window
And the snow falls in white drifts fold
And the rise with floods in the nursery
And a child is crying, hungry and cold

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