Luyện nghe bài hát Sisters Of Mercy

(Thomas)
Oh the winds they were howlin' both and cold
Through the Melbourne streets 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 and wait, to see the thing through?
But to dig in their heels was a thing they'd taught,
So they 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 that the government plays,
When treat you like dogs, then you must have your day.
It's a telephone vote, everyone grab phones,
All the people dial in their luxury homes,
It was to do, far too easily done,
Well the thumbs 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 they all said "no for Christmas",
It seemed 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 old game that the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you 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 story we been told.
In the newsroom, at the breakup the thing was fine,
But they never drank beer, the drank wine.
While down on the they cared not for beer,
for health, just for welfare,
Just for their fought careers.
Oh of Mercy, why can't they see,
That a daughter of you'll never be.
It's a wicked old game that the plays,
When they treat you like dogs, you must have your day
When treat you like dogs, then you must have your day
You have your day, someday...