Luyện nghe bài hát Sisters Of Mercy

(Thomas)
Oh the winds they were howlin' both and cold
Through the grey Melbourne streets in the days,
And the Sisters of Mercy looked out through tents
At the fires in drums, they seemed to say
Have we to this, is it all we can do,
To sit here and wait, to see the through?
But to dig in their was a thing they'd been taught,
So they painted a sign and it said, "Blow your if you support".
Oh of Mercy, why can't they see,
That a of charity you'll never be.
It's a old game that the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, you must have your day.
It's a telephone vote, everyone your phones,
All the dial in from their luxury homes,
It was to do, far too easily done,
Well the they went down, it was three against one.
And none of us now can how that felt,
But they strengthened their stance and they tightened belts,
And the papers all said "no beer for Christmas",
It seemed such a
While the sat out in the wind and the rain.
Oh of Mercy, why can't they see,
a daughter of charity you'll never be.
It's a wicked old that the government plays,
they treat you like dogs, then you must have your day.
Well the girl on the six o'clock looked concerned,
As she told of the bitter and bold,
But I could not help wonder she got for Christmas,
And was there a we hadn't been told.
In the newsroom, at the breakup the whole was fine,
But they never drank beer, the drank wine.
While down on the they cared not for beer,
Just for health, for welfare,
Just for their hard careers.
Oh of Mercy, why can't they see,
That a of charity you'll never be.
It's a wicked old that the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you have your day
When they you like dogs, then you must have your day
You have your day, someday...