Luyện nghe bài hát Sisters Of Mercy

(Thomas)
Oh the winds were howlin' both ragged and cold
Through the grey Melbourne in the pre-Christmas days,
And the Sisters of Mercy out through their tents
At the fires in petrol drums, 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 and it said, "Blow your horn if you support".
Oh Sister of Mercy, why can't see,
That a daughter of you'll never be.
It's a old game that the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you must have day.
It's a telephone vote, grab your phones,
All the people dial in from their homes,
It was easy to do, far too done,
Well the thumbs they went down, it was three one.
And none of us now can know how felt,
But they strengthened their stance and tightened their belts,
And the papers all said "no beer for Christmas",
It such a shame
While the sat out in the wind and the rain.
Oh of Mercy, why can't they see,
That a daughter of you'll never be.
It's a wicked old game the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you must your day.
the girl on the six o'clock news looked concerned,
As she of the developments bitter and bold,
But I could not help what she got for Christmas,
And was there a story we been told.
In the newsroom, at the breakup the whole was fine,
But they drank beer, the bastards drank wine.
down on the pickets they cared not for beer,
Just for health, for welfare,
Just for their hard careers.
Oh Sister of Mercy, why they see,
That a daughter of charity never be.
It's a wicked old game the government plays,
they treat you like dogs, then you must have your day
When they treat you like dogs, then you must your day
You will have day, someday...