Luyện nghe bài hát Orphans of wealth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the falls and blows through their window
And the snow falls in white that fold
And the tides with floods in the nursery
And a is crying, he's hungry and cold

His life has been sold, his face looks old
It's the of America, dying