Luyện nghe bài hát Sisters Of Mercy

(Thomas)
Oh the winds they howlin' both ragged and cold
Through the grey streets in the pre-Christmas days,
And the Sisters of Mercy looked out through their
At the in petrol drums, they seemed to say
we come to this, is it all we can do,
To sit here and wait, to see the through?
But to dig in heels was a thing they'd been taught,
So painted a sign and it said, "Blow your horn if you support".
Oh Sister of Mercy, why can't 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 must your day.
a telephone vote, everyone grab your phones,
All the people dial in their luxury homes,
It was to do, far too easily done,
Well the thumbs they down, it was three against one.
And of us now can know how that felt,
But they strengthened their stance and they their belts,
And the papers they all said "no for Christmas",
It such a shame
While the nurses sat out in the and the rain.
Oh Sister of Mercy, why can't see,
That a daughter of you'll never be.
It's a wicked old game that the plays,
When treat you like dogs, then you must have your day.
Well the girl on the six news looked concerned,
As she told of the developments and bold,
But I could not wonder what she got for Christmas,
And was there a we hadn't been told.
In the newsroom, at the the whole thing was fine,
But they drank beer, the bastards drank wine.
While down on the they cared not for beer,
Just for health, for welfare,
Just for their hard careers.
Oh of Mercy, why can't they see,
That a daughter of charity never be.
It's a wicked old game that the plays,
they treat you like dogs, then you must have your day
When they treat you like dogs, then you must your day
You will have day, someday...