Luyện nghe bài hát Orphans of wealth

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

And the rain and blows 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

They come from the and they come from the south
And they from the hills and the valleys
And migrants and farmers and miners and humans
Our neglected to tally

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the falls and blows through their window
And the snow falls in white that fold
And the tides rise 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 face of America,