Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude/Angry Young Man

There's a place in the world for the angry 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 he's proud of his and the battles he's lost,
And he struggles and bleeds as he on the cross-
And he likes to be known as the angry man.

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

I I've passed the age
Of consciousness and righteous
I found that just surviving was a fight.
I once in causes too,
I had my pointless of view,
And life went on no matter who was or right.

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

There's always a place for the young man
his working class ties and his radical plans
He to bend, he refuses to crawl,
He's always at home with his to the wall.
And he's proud of his scars and the he's lost,
And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the
And he likes to be as the angry young man.

by Michael Hack