Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude/Angry Young Man

There's a place in the world for the angry man
With his working class ties and his plans
He refuses to bend, he to crawl,
He's at home with his back to the wall.
And proud of his scars and the battles he's lost,
And he struggles and as he hangs on the cross-
And he likes to be as the angry young man.

a moment or two to the angry young man,
With his foot in his and his heart in his hand.
He's been stabbed in the back, he's misunderstood,
It's a comfort to his intentions are good.
And he sits in a room a lock on the door,
With his maps and his medals laid out on the
And he to be known as the angry young man.

I believe passed the age
Of and righteous rage
I found just surviving was a noble fight.
I once in causes too,
I had my pointless of view,
And life on no matter who was wrong or right.

And always a place for the angry young man,
With his in the air and his head in the sand.
And he's never been able to from mistakes,
So he understand why his heart always breaks.
But his honor is and his courage as well,
And he's fair and he's true and boring as hell-
And he'll go to the grave as an old man.

There's always a for the angry young man
With his working ties and his radical plans
He to bend, he refuses to crawl,
He's always at with his back to the wall.
And proud of his scars and the battles he's lost,
And he and bleeds as he hangs on the cross-
And he likes to be known as the young man.

Submitted by Michael