Luyện nghe bài hát Profiteers

there's a cold wind blowin' through the old side
it cuts with the curse
they're turning our into the streets, while
the landloards line purse
with the greenback dollar of the trade
a fortune to be had
way for the out-of-towners, for
the tenants just too bad
this appears to be attitude.
kick 'em until down
they're welfare cases and
pensioners and they're easily pushed
we've invited the world to and stay
and the fair
i if the world will understand
the homeless there.
i'm jack, and how 'bout you?
i'm gonna catch this wave that's rollin'
and turn a or two
i'm jack, no flies on me!
i'm my rights, my conscien
ce is
i am the
the sign closed for renovation
this is a con we all see
it spreads a poison through the town,
see and monkey do
turn slum into a mine, squeeze 'em
for every dime
the people will paint criminals, but
you see the crime
- -
they're all with no morals,
overcome by a greed
for years they've taken from
the tenants, now bite the hand that feeds
they've easily a blind eye to
all and despair
and i pray when they is over that
their mines all stand bare
i'm jack and how about you?
catch me a wave that's
rollin' and turn a trick or two
i'm jack, no flies on me!!
i'm within my rights, my conscience
i am the profiteer.