Luyện nghe bài hát Orphans of wealth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the falls and blows through their window
And the snow falls in white drifts fold
And the tides rise with floods in the
And a child is crying, he's and cold

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