Luyện nghe bài hát Sisters Of Mercy

(Thomas)
Oh the winds they howlin' both ragged and cold
Through the grey Melbourne streets in the days,
And the Sisters of looked out through their tents
At the in petrol drums, they 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 was a thing they'd been taught,
So they painted a sign and it said, "Blow horn if you support".
Oh Sister of Mercy, why they see,
That a daughter of charity never be.
It's a old game that the government plays,
When treat you like dogs, then you must have your day.
a telephone vote, everyone grab your phones,
All the people dial in from their 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 they 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,
That a daughter of charity you'll be.
It's a wicked old that the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you must have day.
Well the girl on the six news looked concerned,
As she told of the developments 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 thing was fine,
But they drank beer, the bastards drank wine.
While down on the pickets they not for beer,
Just for health, for welfare,
Just for their hard careers.
Oh Sister of Mercy, why they see,
That a of charity you'll never be.
It's a wicked old game that the plays,
When treat 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...