Luyện nghe bài hát Sisters Of Mercy

(Thomas)
Oh the winds they were both ragged and cold
Through the grey Melbourne streets in the days,
And the Sisters of Mercy out through their tents
At the fires in petrol drums, they to say
we come to this, is it all we can do,
To sit and wait, to see the thing through?
But to dig in their heels was a they'd been taught,
So they painted a sign and it said, "Blow your if you support".
Oh of Mercy, why can't they see,
That a daughter of charity never be.
a wicked old game that the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you must your day.
a telephone vote, everyone grab your phones,
All the dial in from their luxury homes,
It was to do, far too easily done,
Well the thumbs they went down, it was against one.
And none of us now can know how felt,
But they their stance and they tightened their belts,
And the papers they all "no beer for Christmas",
It such a shame
While the sat out in the wind and the rain.
Oh Sister of Mercy, why they see,
That a daughter of charity never be.
It's a wicked old game that the plays,
When treat you like dogs, then you must have your day.
Well the on the six o'clock news looked concerned,
As she told of the bitter and bold,
But I could not wonder 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 they never drank beer, the bastards wine.
While on the pickets they cared not for beer,
Just for health, for welfare,
Just for their fought careers.
Oh Sister of Mercy, why can't see,
That a daughter of charity you'll be.
It's a wicked old game that the plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you must have day
When they treat you like dogs, you must have your day
You will your day, someday...