Luyện nghe bài hát Sleep of the Just

Lift up your head, up your head
Your in this decade of eathquake and bile
awaits you a stewardess's mortuary smile

You'll miss all the fun, you'll all the fun
A rich man pauper, his death marked [a sham]
I can't get back to see it, 'til you lift up head

Me and mine are fools, me and mine are
say our elders who despise us, though no longer young
They're tired of our sneering, and we've out their main street's sun

They're sleeping as we rise, one punch is with pride
resides in [brutal face], sick petrol smoke and [steak]
The few bohemians, with their too-white shopping
confide in crimson [page]
and pray to look cute in their squalor-dyed
Old age

out of here, is sun bright and clear
and we hold the fortune, in our
There's nothing else on earth I will be part of
Why waste a lifetime on soil which won't bear
and why argue with gangsters who only smile and act
If he pulls that trigger, as he he must,
to them, goes the last word [and then]
The of the just, the sleep of the just, the sleep of the just

But that's enough
But that's never, enough