Luyện nghe bài hát Sisters Of Mercy

(Thomas)
Oh the winds they howlin' both ragged and cold
Through the Melbourne streets in the pre-Christmas days,
And the Sisters of Mercy looked out through 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 painted a sign and it said, "Blow your horn if you support".
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 they treat you like dogs, then you must have day.
a telephone vote, everyone grab your phones,
All the people dial in from their homes,
It was to do, far too easily done,
Well the thumbs they went down, it was three 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 seemed a shame
While the nurses sat out in the and the rain.
Oh of Mercy, why can't they see,
That a daughter of charity never be.
It's a wicked old game the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, you must have your day.
Well the on the six o'clock news looked concerned,
As she of the developments bitter and bold,
But I could not help what she got for Christmas,
And was there a story we hadn't told.
In the newsroom, at the breakup the whole was fine,
But they never beer, the bastards drank wine.
While down on the pickets cared not for beer,
for health, just for welfare,
Just for hard fought careers.
Oh of Mercy, why can't they see,
That a of charity you'll never be.
It's a wicked old game the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you have your day
When they you like dogs, then you must have your day
You have your day, someday...