Luyện nghe bài hát Profiteers

there's a cold wind through the old east side
it cuts with the curse
they're turning our people the streets, while
the landloards their purse
the greenback dollar of the tourist trade
there's a to be had
way for the out-of-towners, for
the tenants it's too bad
this to be their attitude.
kick 'em until they're
they're only cases and
pensioners and they're easily around
we've invited the world to come and
and celebrate the
i wonder if the world will
the walkin' there.
i'm alright jack, and how 'bout
i'm gonna catch this wave that's through
and turn a or two
i'm jack, no flies on me!
i'm my rights, my conscien
ce is
i am the
the says closed for renovation
is a con we all see through
it spreads like a poison the town,
monkey see and do
turn slum into a mine, squeeze 'em
hard for dime
the people will paint criminals, but
you see the crime
- -
they're all with no morals,
by a pitiful greed
for years they've taken from
the tenants, now they the hand that feeds
they've easily turned a eye to
all pain and
and i pray when they rush is that
their gold mines all stand
i'm alright jack and how about
gonna catch me a wave
rollin' throught and a trick or two
i'm alright jack, no on me!!
i'm my rights, my conscience clear
i am the profiteer.