Luyện nghe bài hát Sisters Of Mercy

(Thomas)
Oh the winds they were howlin' ragged and cold
Through the grey streets in the pre-Christmas days,
And the Sisters of looked out through their tents
At the fires in 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 heels was a they'd been taught,
So they painted a sign and it said, "Blow horn if you support".
Oh of Mercy, why can't they see,
That a daughter of charity never be.
It's a wicked old that the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, you must have your day.
It's a vote, everyone grab your phones,
All the people dial in from their homes,
It was easy to do, far too done,
Well the they went down, it was three against one.
And of us now can know how that felt,
But they strengthened their stance and tightened their belts,
And the papers they all said "no for Christmas",
It seemed such a
While the sat out in the wind and the rain.
Oh Sister of Mercy, why they see,
a daughter of charity you'll never be.
It's a wicked old game that the plays,
they treat 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 help what she got for Christmas,
And was there a story we been told.
In the newsroom, at the the whole thing was fine,
But they never drank beer, the bastards wine.
down on the pickets they cared not for beer,
Just for health, for welfare,
Just for their fought careers.
Oh Sister of Mercy, why they see,
That a of charity you'll never be.
It's a old game that the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you have your day
When they treat you like dogs, then you have your day
You will have day, someday...