Luyện nghe bài hát Sisters Of Mercy

(Thomas)
Oh the winds they were both ragged and cold
Through the grey Melbourne streets in the days,
And the of Mercy looked 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 heels was a thing been taught,
So painted a sign and it said, "Blow your horn if you support".
Oh of Mercy, why can't they see,
That a daughter of charity you'll be.
It's a wicked old game the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you have your day.
It's a telephone vote, everyone your phones,
All the people dial in from luxury homes,
It was easy to do, far too done,
Well the thumbs they down, it was three against one.
And none of us now can how that felt,
But they strengthened stance and they tightened their belts,
And the they all said "no beer for Christmas",
It seemed a shame
the nurses sat out in the wind and the rain.
Oh Sister of Mercy, why can't see,
That a daughter of charity you'll be.
It's a wicked old game that the plays,
When they you like dogs, then you must have your day.
Well the on the six o'clock news looked concerned,
As she of the developments bitter and bold,
But I could not wonder what she got for Christmas,
And was there a story we hadn't told.
In the newsroom, at the breakup the thing was fine,
But never drank beer, the bastards drank wine.
While on the pickets they cared not for beer,
for health, just for welfare,
Just for their fought careers.
Oh Sister of Mercy, why they see,
That a daughter of charity you'll be.
a wicked old game that the government plays,
When they you like dogs, then you must have your day
When they treat you like dogs, then you have your day
You have your day, someday...