Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude/Angry Young Man

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

Give a 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 to know 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 likes to be 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 believed in too,
I had my pointless of view,
And life went on no matter who was or right.

And always a place for the angry young man,
With his fist in the air and his in the sand.
And he's been able to learn from mistakes,
So he can't understand why his always breaks.
But his is pure and his courage as well,
And he's and he's true and he's boring as hell-
And go to the grave as an angry old man.

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

Submitted by Michael