Luyện nghe bài hát Profiteers

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