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 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
When the tides rise, they cover the

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

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

And African, Mexican, Caucasian, Indian
and hopeless Americans
The orphans of wealth and of adequate
Disowned by nation they live in

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

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

And with and rickets and rats in the thickets
Infested, and decaying
With and no shoes and skin sores that ooze
By the poisonous pools, are playing

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

And the rain falls and blows their window
And the snow falls in white that fold
And the tides rise floods in the nursery
And a child is crying, hungry and cold

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