Luyện nghe bài hát Profiteers

there's a cold wind blowin' through the old side
it cuts with the devil's
they're turning our people into the streets,
the landloards line their
with the greenback dollar of the trade
a fortune to be had
way for the out-of-towners, for
the it's just too bad
appears to be their attitude.
kick 'em they're down
they're only cases and
pensioners and easily pushed around
we've invited the world to come and
and the fair
i wonder if the will understand
the homeless there.
i'm alright jack, and how you?
i'm catch this wave that's rollin' through
and turn a or two
i'm alright jack, no on me!
i'm my rights, my conscien
ce is
i am the
the sign says closed for
this is a con we all see
it spreads a poison through the town,
monkey see and do
your slum into a mine, squeeze 'em
hard for dime
the people will paint criminals, but
you can't see the
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they're all with no morals,
overcome by a pitiful
for years they've taken from
the tenants, now bite the hand that feeds
they've easily turned a eye to
all and despair
and i pray when they is over that
their gold all stand bare
i'm jack and how about you?
gonna catch me a that's
throught and turn a trick or two
i'm jack, no flies on me!!
i'm my rights, my conscience clear
i am the profiteer.