Luyện nghe bài hát Sleep of the Just

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

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

Me and mine are fools, me and mine are
say our who despise us, though we're no longer 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
in [brutal face], sick from petrol smoke and [steak]
The few bohemians, with their too-white shopping
confide in crimson [page]
and pray to look cute in their hair
Old age

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

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