Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude/Angry Young Man

There's a in the world for the angry young man
With his working class and his radical plans
He refuses to bend, he 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 as he hangs on the cross-
And he likes to be known as the young man.

Give a moment or two to the angry man,
his foot in his mouth 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 in a room with a lock on the door,
With his and his medals laid out on the floor-
And he likes to be known as the angry man.

I believe passed the age
Of consciousness and rage
I found that just was a noble fight.
I once in causes too,
I had my point 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 been able to learn from mistakes,
So he can't understand why his always breaks.
But his honor is pure and his as well,
And he's and he's true and he's 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 class ties and his radical
He refuses to bend, he to crawl,
He's always at home his back to the wall.
And he's of his scars and the battles he's lost,
And he struggles and bleeds as he on the cross-
And he likes to be known as the young man.

Submitted by Michael