Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude/Angry Young Man

There's a place in the world for the angry man
With his working class and his radical plans
He to bend, he refuses to crawl,
He's at home with his back to the wall.
And he's 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.

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, 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 likes to be as the angry young man.

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

And there's always a place for the young man,
his fist in the air and his head in the sand.
And he's never been to learn 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 as an angry old man.

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

Submitted by Michael