Luyện nghe bài hát Sisters Of Mercy

(Thomas)
Oh the winds they were howlin' both ragged and
Through the grey streets in the pre-Christmas days,
And the Sisters of Mercy out through their tents
At the fires in petrol drums, seemed to say
Have we to this, is it all we can do,
To sit here and wait, to see the 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 Sister of Mercy, why can't see,
That a daughter of charity you'll be.
It's a old game that the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you must your day.
It's a telephone vote, everyone your phones,
All the people dial in 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 know how felt,
But strengthened their stance and they tightened their belts,
And the papers all said "no beer for Christmas",
It such a shame
the nurses sat out in the wind and the rain.
Oh Sister of Mercy, why they 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.
Well the girl on the six o'clock news concerned,
As she of the developments 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 breakup the whole was fine,
But they never beer, the bastards drank wine.
While down on the pickets they not for beer,
Just for health, for welfare,
Just for hard fought careers.
Oh Sister of Mercy, why can't see,
That a daughter of you'll never be.
It's a old game that the government plays,
When they treat you like dogs, then you must have day
When they you like dogs, then you must have your day
You have your day, someday...