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 of Mercy looked out through their tents
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 thing
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,
a daughter 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.
It's a vote, everyone grab your phones,
All the people dial in their luxury homes,
It was to do, far too easily done,
the thumbs they went down, it was three against one.
And none of us now can know how felt,
But strengthened their stance and they tightened their belts,
And the papers they all "no beer for Christmas",
It such a shame
While the nurses sat out in the and the rain.
Oh Sister of Mercy, why they see,
a daughter of charity you'll never be.
It's a old game that the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, you must have your day.
the girl on the six o'clock news looked concerned,
As she told of the bitter and bold,
But I could not help what she got for Christmas,
And was a story we hadn't been told.
In the newsroom, at the the whole thing was fine,
But never drank beer, the bastards drank wine.
While on the pickets they cared not for beer,
Just for health, for welfare,
for their hard fought careers.
Oh Sister of Mercy, why they see,
That a daughter of charity never be.
It's a wicked old that the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you must your day
When treat you like dogs, then you must have your day
You will your day, someday...