Luyện nghe bài hát Sisters Of Mercy

(Thomas)
Oh the winds they were both ragged and cold
Through the grey streets 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 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 they see,
a daughter of charity you'll never be.
It's a old game 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 of us now can know how that 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 nurses sat out in the 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 they treat you like dogs, you must have your day.
Well the on the six o'clock news looked concerned,
As she told of the developments 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 never drank beer, the bastards drank wine.
While down on the pickets cared 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 wicked old game that the plays,
they treat you like dogs, then you must have your day
When they treat you dogs, then you must have your day
You will your day, someday...