Luyện nghe bài hát Sisters Of Mercy

(Thomas)
Oh the winds they were howlin' both and cold
Through the grey Melbourne in the pre-Christmas days,
And the Sisters of Mercy looked out 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 thing
But to dig in their heels was a 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 wicked old game that the plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you must have day.
It's a vote, everyone grab your phones,
All the dial in from their luxury homes,
It was easy to do, far too done,
Well the they went down, it was three against one.
And none of us now can know how felt,
But they strengthened stance and they tightened their belts,
And the papers they all said "no for Christmas",
It seemed such a
While the nurses sat out in the and the rain.
Oh of Mercy, why can't they see,
That a of charity you'll never be.
a wicked old game that the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you must your day.
Well the girl on the six news looked concerned,
As she told of the developments and bold,
But I could not help wonder she got for Christmas,
And was there a story we hadn't told.
In the newsroom, at the the whole thing 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 hard fought careers.
Oh Sister of Mercy, why they see,
a daughter of charity you'll never be.
It's a wicked old game the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you must have day
they treat you like dogs, then you must have your day
You have your day, someday...