Luyện nghe bài hát Orphans of wealth

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

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

They come from the north and they come from the
And they come the hills and the valleys
And they're migrants and farmers and 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
the tides rise, they cover the floor

And African, Mexican, Caucasian, Indian
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 more
And they're treated like tramps while we sell them food
thriving and prosperous nation

And the rain falls and blows 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

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

In shacks of two rooms that are rotting tombs
corpses breathing 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 and blows through their window
And the snow falls in white drifts that
And the tides with floods in the nursery
And a child is crying, he's hungry and

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