Luyện nghe bài hát Run Ronald

You stole land and offered nil,
You give out death, Ron. Kill, kill, kill!
You can't try to silence us, good will it do,
Cos we hear the gospel according to you.
Look out Ronald, we're here.
We'll get you, you bastard, fear:
it tough for the rest of your life,
Spare the cow, get you your own knife...

slaughter and its all for profit.
Well pretty soon you're to have to stop it.
Cos stores can't take too much
Of paint, leaflets, and such.
If direct the only way,
We'd better right away.
You'd better run, Ronald, you're much older,
And we'll keep you over your bloodied shoulder.