Luyện nghe bài hát Orphans of wealth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And with roaches and rickets and in the thickets
Infested, diseased and
With rags and no shoes and sores that ooze
By the pools, they are playing

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

And the falls and blows through their window
And the snow falls in drifts that fold
And the tides rise with 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