Luyện nghe bài hát Sleep of the Just

Lift up your head, lift up your
Your room in this of eathquake and bile
awaits you like a stewardess's smile

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

Me and are fools, me and mine are fools
say our elders who despise us, though we're no young
tired of our sneering, and we've blocked 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 too-white shopping wrists
confide in some [page]
and pray to look in their squalor-dyed hair
Old age

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

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