Luyện nghe bài hát Sleep of the Just

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

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

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

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

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

But never enough
But that's never, never