Luyện nghe bài hát Sisters Of Mercy

(Thomas)
Oh the winds they were both ragged and cold
Through the grey Melbourne in the pre-Christmas days,
And the Sisters of Mercy looked out through tents
At the fires in drums, they seemed to say
Have we to this, is it all we can do,
To sit and wait, to see the thing through?
But to dig in their was a thing they'd been taught,
So they painted a 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 that the government plays,
When they you like dogs, then you must have your day.
It's a vote, everyone grab your phones,
All the people dial in their luxury homes,
It was easy to do, far too done,
Well the they went down, it was three against one.
And none of us now can know how felt,
But they strengthened their stance and they their belts,
And the papers all said "no beer for Christmas",
It seemed a shame
While the sat out in the wind and the rain.
Oh of Mercy, why can't they see,
That a daughter of you'll never be.
It's a wicked old game the government plays,
When treat you like dogs, then you must 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 there a story we hadn't told.
In the newsroom, at the the whole thing was fine,
But they drank beer, the bastards drank wine.
While down on the pickets they not for beer,
for health, just 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 treat you like dogs, then you must have your day
When they treat you like dogs, then you must have day
You have your day, someday...