Luyện nghe bài hát Sisters Of Mercy

(Thomas)
Oh the winds they were howlin' ragged and cold
Through the grey Melbourne in the pre-Christmas days,
And the Sisters of Mercy looked out through their
At the fires in 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 their heels was a 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 wicked old that the government plays,
When they you like dogs, then you must have your day.
It's a telephone vote, everyone your phones,
All the dial in from their luxury 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 tightened their belts,
And the papers they all "no beer for Christmas",
It seemed such a
While the sat out in the wind and the rain.
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 they treat you like dogs, then you have your day.
the girl on the six o'clock news looked concerned,
As she told of the developments and bold,
But I could not help wonder she got for Christmas,
And was a story we hadn't been told.
In the newsroom, at the breakup the whole was fine,
But they never 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 that the government plays,
they treat you like dogs, then you must have your day
When treat you like dogs, then you must have your day
You will your day, someday...